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'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breafl T 

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INDEX 

For finding any Hvmn by the Title. 
N. B. The Figures refer to the Hymns- 

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A Hymn 

DOPTION, . - - 71 

AiHidion and Death under Providence, 119 

All Things workmg for Good, - ^^ 

Amiable Deportment, - '55 

Anger and Meeknefs, - - .« ^1 

Angel's Reply to theWomen v/ho fought Chri ft,! 18 
Appearance of Angels to the Shepherds, 44 
Atonement of Chrift, - - 5^ 

B 

Baptifm, - - - ^'5 

Beatitudes, - - -43 

Benevolence divine, - • * 37 

Benefit of early Piety, , - - ^ 

Bible, excellency of, - - "^ 

Birth of ChriR, . - - ^^S 

Birth Day, - - - ^59 

Book of Nature and Scripture, - ^5 

C 

Changes of Life from God, - - x^3 
Chrift apprehended, - - • ^43 
. Birth of, . - ^ - 113 

Condemnation and Crucifixion of, I44 

Death of, - - - 123: 

Longing for the Prefence of, - J 05 

Nativity of, - - .102 

- Sufi'erings of, - - - 114 

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li INDEX. 

Hymn 

ChriiVs Compafiion, • - •35 

Death, - - - - J 23 

' Example, ^ - . 134 

— — Prieiihood and Aaron's compared, 116 

— — Propitiation improved, - .60 

Regard to little Children, - 115 

Chriftian Love, - ► • 134 
— fupported, - - - 145 

- ' ' " Patience and Fortitude, - iS 

" Privileges and Obligations, - 5 

Comforts of Religion, - • 31 

Compafiion, - - - .32 

Complaint of Ingratitude, - - 33 

Confeflion, - . • . 9 

D 

Day of Grace and Hope, - - 62 

Death of Chrift, - - . 123 

-' and Eternity, - - 77 

Divine Benevolence, - - - 37 

Counfels, . - . *^6 

Sovereignty, • " - 39 

Dying Saint, - - - - 24 

E 

Early D-ath, - * - - 30 

Piety, Benefit of, - - 6 

Earth and Heaven, - - 165 

Enthufiafm and Superftition, - .13^ 

Envy, - - - - - 140 

Equity, univerfal Law of, - - ^y 

Eternity and Immenfity of God, - 73 

Excellency of the Bible, - - 80 



Faith, the Power of, - - 84 

Faith and Repentance encouraged by the 1 

Sacrifice of Chrift, - - J ^^ 



INDEX. iii 

Hymn 

Falfe Repentance, - - .152 

Family Religion, • - - 141 

Faft Day in Time of War, - • 93 

Faft Day, - - - - 106 

Funeral Hymns, - - 36 6c 109 

Funeral Thought, - - -69 

Funeral of a young Perfon, ^ . no 



Give us this Day our daily Bread, -• 89 
God, Confidence in, - - - 72 
exalted above all Praife, - - 96 

Incomprehenfible, - - 65 

Love to - - - 104 

Reliance upon, - - • 100 

Wifdom of in his Works, - 126 

juftified in the Appointments of this 1 

Life, and of another, - • J '5^ 

GodV Eternity and Immenfity, - • 73 

Majefty, - - - - 74 

- — — tender Care of his Church, - 41 

Good, all Things working for, - - 61 

Gofpel, Invitation of, - • 25 

' Rational Defence of, - • 48 

Grace, renewing, NQ:efEty of, - - 129 

Gratitude, - - • . 9^ 

Nature's Call to, - - 34 

Gravity and Decency, -. •51 

Grave fandtified by Chrift, - * S§ 

Growing in Grace, - - - 92 

H 

Happy Poverty, • - - 83 
Heavens declare the Being and Glory of God, 38 

Heaven invifible and holy, - -63 

Heavenly Vifitant, - - - J 57 

Hidden Life of a Chriftian, - .45 



iv INDEX. 

Hymn 
Holinefs and Grace, - - "66 

Hope in Diftrefs, - - - 128 

none excluded from, - - 49 

Hopeful Youth falling fliort of Heaven, 46 & 47 

Humility, firft Part, - - - 21 

fecond Part, - - 22 

Humility, Tendernefs and Sympathy, - 147 

Hymns, Inefficacy of, without Devotion, 166 

Hypocrify towards Man, - - 16 

J 

Jefus Chrift, .... 82 

Compaflion of, - - - ^^ 

worfhipped by all the Creation, - 70 

Ignorance of Man, - - - 25 
Importance of Time, - - - 13 
Inefficacy of Hymns without Devotion, 166 
Ingratitude, Complaint of, - - 33 
Invitation of the Gofpel, - - . 23 
Invocation to praife the Lord, - 90 
InofFenfiven efs, - - - 17 
Invifible Author of Nature, - • 28 
Juftice, - . - - 19 
Juftice and Equity, - - - 52 
and Truth, - ^ - - 53 



Law and Gofpel diftinguifhed, - - 121 

Leffon of human Frailty, - - 149 

Life the Day of Grace and Hope, - 62 

Longing for the Prefence of Chrift, - iojl 

Lord's Prayer, - - ► 88 

Love to God, - - - 104 

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Majefly of God, - - - 74 

Marriage, • - - • iJ2 



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Hymn 

xMeeknefs, - - - ' ^5 

Mercy, - - - - 20 

and Truth met together, - 127 

Morning Hymns, - - 94s 15^ ^ ^5^ 

Mofes, Aaron and Jefus, - - 138 

. —and Chrift, ... 64 

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Nativity of Chrift, • - • 107 

Nature's Call to Gratitude, - - 34 

Neceffity and Bleffednefs of Revelation, 164 

None excluded from Hope, - - 49 

No Reft on Earth, - - - 132 



Penitent, - • - -4 

Penitential Hymn, - - .105 

Perfecftion of Scripture, _ - - 117 

Perfecution, - - - - 2 

Phyficlan Great, - - - 130 
Praife, - - - -26^29 

— — to the Creator, - - - 131 

for Creation and Providence, - 78 

Invocation to, - - - go 

for national Peace, - - m 

-- — for Redemption, - "^ 79 

Prayer, « • • ^ & 

Pride, - • - - 14 

— ; — in Cloaths, - - - 81 

Priefthood of Chrift and Aaron compared, 116 

Propitiation of Chrift improved, " " ^i 

Profpedt of the Refurredion, - ' ^3$ 

Prdfperity, - - - 1 39 

Providence, - - - 86 

Power of Faith, - - - 84 



Vi INDEX. 

^ Hymn 

Rational Defence of the Gofpel, - 48 

Redemption, - - . y^ 

Reliance upon God, - - 100 

Rejoice, O young Man, &c. - 161 

R.eligion, the Comforts of, - - 31 

alone anfwers the Defires of Man, 155 

Refignation, - - -112 

Refurrevftion, a Profpefl of, - ' ^33 

Retirement and Meditation, - - 122 

Return from Sea, - - - loi 



Sabbath-Day, - - 27 & 153 
Sacrifice of Chrift, Faith and Repentance, 1 

encouraged by, - - j 59 

Saint prepared to die, - - 68 

Scriptures, Per fe(5t ion of, - - 117 

Self-Dependence, - - 12 

Self-Examination, - - 136 

for the Evening, - 42 

Seafonable Showers, - - 87 

Sicknefs, Thoughts in, - " 99 

Sincerity, . - - 5^ 

Storm and Thunder, - - 137 

Strength from Heaven, - - 40 

Submiflion to afflidive Providences, - 67 

under Afflidions, - - 156 

Sufferings of Chriil, - - 114 



Temperance, - - - 54 

Thankfgiving, - - il 

Things of good Report, - - 5^ 

Thoughts in Sickjiefs, - - 99 



INDEX. vi.i 

Hymn 

Time of general SIcknefs, - - 103 

— Importance of, - - - 13 

To Jefus Chrift the Eternal Life, - 125 

Toleration, - - - - i 

To the invifible Author of Nature, - 28 

Tranfient Goodnefs, - - - 10 

True Way to pleafe God, - - 160 

Truth and Sincerity, - - - 50 



Vanity of Man as mortal, - - 98 

Virtuous Contemplation of Mortality, - 146 

Virtuous Ufe of Profperity, - - 154 

Univerfal Law of Equity, - - 57 

— Prefence and Infpedion of God, 148 

Vow, . _ - - 7 

W 

Wifdom's Expoftulation with Sinners, - 3 

Wifdom of God in his Works, - - 126 

World a poor Exchange, - ° 262 

Y 

Year crowned with divine Goodnefs, - 92 
Young encouraged to feek and love Chrift, 108 

Youth and Judgment, - - » 120 



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HYMNS- 

HYMN L 
Toleration. 

I. 

ALL knowing God, 'tis thine to know 
The fprings whence wrong opinions flow ; 
To judge, from principles within, 
When trallty errs, and when we fin. 

n. 

Who among men, high Lord of all. 
Thy fervanis to his bar may call ; 
Decide of herefy, and fliake 
A brother o'er the flaming lake ? 

IIL 
Who with another's eye can read ? 
Or worlhip by another's creed ? 
Revering thy command alone, 
We humbly feek and ufe our own. 

IV. 
If wrong, forgive ; accept, if right ? 
While taithful we obey our light. 
And cens'ring none, are zealous {till 
To follow as to learn thy will 

V. 
When fliall our happy ty^^ behold 
Thy people fafliion'd in thy mould ; 
And charity our lineage prove 
Deriy'd from thee, O God of love ? 

B H y M N 



2 HYMNS. 

HYMN 11. 

Perfecution. 

I. 

ABSURD and vain attempt ! to bind 
With iron chains the free-born mind ; 
To force conviftion, and reclaim 
Tlie wandVing by deilruftive flame : 

II. 
Bold arrogance ! to fnatch from Heaven 
Dominion not to mortals giv'n : 
O'er confcience to ufurp the throne, 
Accountable to God alone. 

Ill, 
Mad zeal ! that with hell-fury burns, • 

The rights of God and man overturns : 
Whofe blind prefumption fanftifies 
Murders, rebellions, plots, and lies. 

iv. 

That fills the world with blood and woe, 
That hurls down kingdoms at a blow, 
That butchers fouls, and peoples hell 
With converts which its arms compel. 

V. 
Thus Rome aflerts her proud decrees, 
Inforc'd by fierce anathemas ; 
And wakens vengeance, to devour 
The foes of Antichriftian pow'r. 

VI. 
Jefus, thy gentle law of love 
Does no fuch cruelties approve : 
Mild as thyfelf, thy do6lrine wields 
No arms, but what perfuafion yields. 

VII. 



HYMNS. 

VII. 

By proofs divine, and reafon ftrong, 
It draws the willing foul along ; 
And conquefts to thy church acquires. 
By eloquence which heav'n infpires. 

VIII. 

O happy, who are thus eompeird 
To the rich feaft by Jefus held ; 
May we our bleffings know ; and prize 
The light which liberty fupplies. 

HYMN III. 
JVifdom''s Expojlulation with Sinners. 

I. 

^nr^IS Wifdom's earneft cry ; 
JL Wifdom the voice of God, 
To young and old, the low and high, 
Utters his will abroad. 

IL 

Within the human breaft. 
Her ftrong monitions plead, 
She thunders her divine proteft, 
Againll th' unrighteous deed, 

IIL 

Within the holy place 
She calls with open arms ; 
^* How long ye fools will ye embrace 
*• Folly's deceiving charms, 

IV. 



4 HYMNS. 

IV. 

*• The race of man I love, 

•• In mercy I chaftife : 
■• Severely faithful I reprove ; 

** Hear, mortals, and be wife, 
V. 

•• My houfe, a royal pile, 

*• Invites you through its gate, 
** O leave the wilds of fin and guile, 

"* And enter ; ere too late. 
VI. 

*' My joys, unfenfual, tafte ; 

*• Come, drink of Wifdom's wine, 
*" No forrow poifons my repaft, 

** The banquet is divine. 
Vll. 

•* Honour and peace, with me, 

*• And life immortal dwell. 
*^ Your ways of woe and infamy 

** Take hold of death and hell." 

HYMN IV. 
Th(r Penitent. 

I. 

OUR flowing urns, ye fountains, lend, 



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To fill thefe failing eyes ; 
While mourning in the duft I bend, 
Till mercy bid me rife. 
II. 
Yes, I have known, from childhood known, 

My God, thy holy will : 
Too negligent, I blufhing own, 
Thy orders to fulfil. 

Ill, 



HYMNS. 

ill. 

Thy friendly voice, without, within, 

In cleareft warnings fpake : 
'* There winds the way of death and fin, 

** The path of glory take/' 

IV. 

Unheeding what thy voice advis'd, 

I went perverfely wrong ; 
The caution and the hope defpis'd, 

And madly ru{h*d along. 

V. 

Sometimes I paus'd, and fighing faid, 

I will thefe ways forfake. 
Soon, by fome headftrong luft o'erfway'd, 

The feeble vow I brake. 

VI. 

Ah ! whither has my folly rov'd ? 

Loft on perdition's ground, 
From thy ftill waters far removed. 

What pafture have I found ? 

VII. 

Wand'rrng for reft, where reft is none, 

By guilt and fear purfu'd ; 
Idle, employ 'd, in crowds, alone. 

Sad images I view'd. 

VIII. 

Was this the great and good defign, 

For which I faw the day ? 
Was reafon giv*n, that beam divine, 

Thus to be flung away ? 

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e HYMNS. 

IX. 

Ingrate, thy bleflings I mifusM, 

O thou long.fuff'ring Lord. 
Thy law contemn'd and grace abus'd 

Demand thy damning word, 

HYMN V. 

Chrijlian Privileges and Ohligations, 

I. 

DOST thou my worthlefs name record 
Free ot thy holy city. Lord ? 
Arn I, a fmner, call'd to fhare 
The precious privileges there ? 

IL 

Art thou, my king, my father ftyl'd ? 
And I, thy fervant and thy child ? 
While more than half the human race 
Are aliens from thy Zion's grace. 

in. 

Lo, wretched millions draw their breath 
In lands of ignorance and death ; 
But I enjoy my line of time, 
Within thy gofpel's favourite clime. 

IV. 

Pardon afTur'd, and heav'n difplay'd, 
Banilh my fears, my hopes perfuade : 
And precepts, plentitul and clear, 
Through life my dangVous voyage fleer. 

V. 



HYMNS. 
V. 

Shall I receive this grace in vain ? * 
Shall I my great vocation (lain ? 
Away, ye works in darknefs wrought ; "^ 
Away, each mean and wanton tliought. 

VL 
My foul, I charge thee to excel 
In thinking right and afting well. 
Deep, deep, thy fearching powVs engage, 
Uabiafs*d, in the heav'n-born page. 

VII. 
Heighten the force of good defire, 
To deeds of fhining worth afpire : 
More firm in fortitude, defpife 
The world's feducing vanities, 

VIII. 
Strong and more ftrong, thy paffions rule ; 
Advancing ftill in virtue's fchool ;. 
Contending ftill with noble ftrife, 
To emulate thy Saviour's life. 

HYMN VL 

Benefit of early Piety. 
I. 

COME, children, learn the heav'nly art, 
To make your growing years 
All happy, and deiend your heart 
From guilt, diftrefs, and fears. 
II. 
Remember him who gave you breath, 

Remember him who dy'd 
To fave you from eternal death : 
His precepts be your guide. 

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IIL 

What ornaments a young man grace. 

In piety approved ! 
How lovely virtue's blooming face ! 

By God and man belov*d. 
IV. 
Virtue in early youth begun 

The man with eafe purfues ; 
And when his mortal courfe is run, 

In heav'n his life renews. 
V. 
Fond parents, with religious care 

Your tender offspring train : 
Warn them of ev'ry ambufh'd fnarc, 

And fow the pious grain. 
VI. 
Thus the great Father gives command, 

Thus fpeaks a parent's love. 
Know, judgment's awful day, at hand. 

Your faithfulnefs will prove. 

HYMN VIL 
^he Vow. 

I. 

MY heart is fix'd, the firm decree 
Is ratify 'd within my breaft. 
I vow my foul, O Lord, to thee. 
In thee alone I feek my reft. 
II. 
Adieu, ye vain defires, adieu ; 

Ye lufts of every name, farewell : 
I bar all fellowfliip with you, 
I mean no more to live for hell. 



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HYMNS. 

III. 

In diffipation's magic ground. 

In bufy fcenes of toil and care, 
What pleafures, or what gains are found, 

Which may with thine, O Lord, compare ? 
IV. 
Pleafures, which yield no peace, I leave ; 

Wealth but a fpoil for death, I fpurn : 
Hopes I embrace which ne*er deceive. 

For wealth which never dies, I burn. 
V. 
To faith's heroic war I rife. 

Nor dread my ftrong and wily foes ; 
Safe in the arms thy word fupplies, 

Led by the wifdom it beftows. 

HYMN VIII. 
Prayer. 

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OUR Father, thron'd above the fkies. 
To thee my empty hands I fpread. 
Thy child of dull beneath thee lies, 
Who afks thy bleffing on his head. 

Let mercy all my fms difpel. 

As a dark cloud before the beam. 
My foul from bondage and from hell. 

To liberty and life redeem. 
III. 
With cheerful hope and filial fear. 

In that augaft and precious name 
By thee ordain*d, I now draw near ; 

And would the promised blefiing claim. 

IV, 



10 H Y M N S. 

IV. 

On thy good promifes I lean, 
Thy truth can never, never fall ; 

Though ftedfaft earth and heav*n's great fcene 
Shall periOi like an evening tale. 

Will not an earthly parent feel 

The cravings of his child in need ! 
Will he prefent a piece of fteel 

For bread, his hungry mouth to feed ? 
VI. 
Our heav'niv Father, how much more 

Will thy divine compafTions fife ; 
And open thy unbounded (lore, 

To fatisfy thy child i ens cries ? 
VII. 
Yes, I will afk, and feek, and prefs, 

For gracious audience, to thy feat ; 
Still hoping, waiting, for fuccefs, 

If perfevering to intreat. 
VIII. 
For Jefus, in his faithful word. 

The patient fupplicant has blefs'd : 
And all thy faints, witl\ fweet accord, 

The prevalence of pray'r atteft. 

HYMN IX. 
ConfeJJion. 

I. 

OGOD, the holy and the juft, 
Look not with anger's flalhing eye. 
Behold me proflrate in the dull, 
.Hear a lamenting finner's figh. 



HYMNS, II 

IL 

My fins like ocean's fands abound, 

My fins are ftain'd with crimfon hue : 
Their burden finks me to the ground. 
To heav'n 1 dare not lift my view. 
III. 
Above the fowls that fwim in air, 

Above the beafts which graze below ; 
Reafon, thy noble gift, I fhare ; 
By reafon taught, thy laws I know. 
IV. 
How bleft ! if I to reafon's voice 

Had yielded an obeying ear : 
Bleft ! if thy will had been my choice. 
Thou my delight, and thou my fear, 
V. 
But oh ! the paffions in my frame. 
Inwrought by thee for wifeft end, 
With blindfold violence o'ercame 
Reafon, and conEcience reafon's friend. 
VI. 
In reafon's aid thy gofpel firovej 

I heeded not, but onward ran : 
The ways of ruin were my love, 
O what a llubborn thing is man ! 
VII. 
Lord, I am worthy to receive 

The dreadful fentence, **Thou fhaltdie '/' 
But ere the fatal ftroke thou give, 
O turn thy face to Calvary, 

HYMN 



12 HYMNS. 

HYMN X. 

^ranfient Goodnejs. 

I. 

WHERE, O my foul, O where 
Thy image (hall I view ? 
In the light cloud which melts in air. 
Or in the early dew. 
II, 
This hour, with flowing tears 
My follies I bewail : 
The next, my heart a wafte appears. 
Where all the fountains fail. 

III. 
Now, as the wax in flame 
Diflblves, and takes the fcal : 
The tend'reft touch of grief and fiiamc 
Alternately I feel. 

ly. 

To day, her glimmering light 
Hope kindles in my breaft : 
The morrow, with defpair's black night, 
Has all my foul opprefl. 

O my unftedfaft mind, 

Tofl between good and ill ? 
With fteady courfe the brutal kind 

Their Maker's law fulfil. 
VI. 

O miferable ftate 

Of hope by fear fubdu*d ? 
On thee, O Lord, for help I wait ; 

Fix, fix> my foul in good. 

HYMN 



HYMNS. ti 

HYMN XL 

^bank/giving. 

I. 

YES — it was Thou, whofe gracious care 
Educ'd me from the womb, 
Sent me to drink thy healthful air. 
And nurs'd my tender bloom* 
II. 
Thy gentle hand my feet upheld. 

In childhood's (lippery way ; 
Ere yet my tongue thy name had fpeli'd, 
Thy name was all my flay, 
III. 
My ripening yeai's were ftill purfu'd 

With mercies from, above : 
Thy bounty raiment gave, and food^, 
And loaded me with love* 
IV. 
If trouble's heavy arm was near. 

Thy pity felt my figh ; 
Knew all my forrow, all my fear. 
And brought falvation nigh. 
V. 
When I behold yon azure fpace, 

Spangled v/ith ftars, and fee 
Th' imperial moon's refulgent face^ 
Wond'ring, I think on thee. 
VI. 
Lord, what is man, that man fnould gain 

Thy condefcending view ? 
That e'er thy majefly (hould dei^g'n 
Such favour to renew ? 

C VIL ■ 



14 HYMN S. 

VII. 
And what am I, leaft worthy I 

Of all who creep below, 
That thou wilt pafs my follies by, 

And fo much goodnefs {how ? 
VIII. 
O fammon thy whole ftrength, my fouI> 

To blefs thy God alone. 
O memory, all his boons enrol ; 

I charge thee, lofe not one. 

HYMN XII. 
Self Dependence. 

h 

GOD reigns : Events in order flow, 
Man's induftry to guide ; 
But in a diff 'rent channel go. 
To humble human pride. 
II. 
The fwift not always, in the race, 
Shall felze the crowning prize : 
Not always wealth and honour grace 
The labour of the wife. 
III. 
Fond mortals but themfelves beguile, 

While on themfelves they reft. 
Blind is their wifdorn, weak their toiJ^ 
By thee, O Lord, unbleft. 
IV. 
Go, hufbandman, the foil prepare, 

Caft in the precious grain. 
To thee belongs the fun and air ? 
Doll thou command the rain ? 



HYMNS. 
V. 

Ye crafty, fcbeme your v/inding way, 

God ihall confound your {kill ; 
Know, time and accident obey 

His all direfting will. 
VI. 
Evil and good before him ftand. 

His miffion to perform ; 
The bleffing comes at his command, 

At his command the Ilorm. 
VII. 
O Lord, in all our ways we'll own 

Thy providential pow'r ; 
Intrufting to thy care alone, 

The lot oi ev*ry hour, 

HYMN XIII. 

The Importance of Time. 

I. 

TIME, time, how few thy value weigh ! 
How few will eftimate a day ! 
Days, months and years keep rolling on, 
The foul neglefted and undone. 

IL 
In painful cares, or empty joys. 
Our life its precious hours deftroys : 
While death ftands watching at our fide. 
Eager to ftop the living tide. 

Was it for this, ye mortal race, 
The Maker gave you here a place ? 
Was it for this, his thought defign'd 
The frame of your immortal mind ? 

IVe 



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36 HYMN S. 

IV. 
For lofty cares, for joys fubllmc, 
He fafhion'd you the fons of lin^e ; 
Pilgrims of time, ere long to be 
The dwellers in eternity. 

V. 
This feafon of your being, know. 
Is portioned you your deeds to lo\v% 
Wifdom's and folly's differing grain, 
In future worlds is blifs and pain. 

\T. 
Be warn*d. Each night the day revie%s% 
Idle, or bufy ; fearch it through : 
And while probation's minutes lafl^ 
Let every day amend the paft, 

HYMN XIV. 
Pride. 

I. 

Pride, thou dropfy of the mind, 



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Of felf-delufion born, 
Hdteful to God, by all mankind 
In others feen with fcorn. 
II. 
Shall finning man, O Lord, prefume^ 

To glory in thy fight ? 
Himfelf on his own virtues plume ? 
And claim thy heav'n by right ? 

I boaft of none, in none I truft, 

For mercy, Lord, I fuc, 
Ah ! were my judge feverely juft, 

Perdition is my due. 



IV. 



HYMN S- ^7 

IV. 

Shall mortal man, fo blind and weakj 

On his own pow'rs depend ? 
In thee I hope, thy bleffing feek, 

O puide mc and defend. 
V. 
Shall man his brother man defpife, 

Vain of excelling worth ? 
And view afkance, with haughty eyes, 

His fellow worm of earth ? 

yi. 

Who made my birth, or ftation, high ? 

Another's mean and low ? 
Who made th?t poor man's cup fo dry ? 

But mine to overflow ? 
VII. 
My pride fhall nobler talents fwell ? 

Who made yon ideots fmall ? 
Who gave me talents to excel ? 

Who but the God of all ? 
VIIL 
O come, meek-ey'd humility, 

Come, dwell within my breaft, 
Thus, Jefus, I would learn of thee^ 

And feel thy promis'd reft. 

HYMN XV, 
Anger and Meeknefs^ 

I. 

MARK, when tempeftuous winds arife. 
The wild confufion and uproar i 
All ocean mixing -with the (kies, 
And (l)lpwrecks dafh'd upon the fhore. 

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i8 HYMNS. 

II. 

Not lefs confufion racks the mind. 

By its own fierce ideas toft ; 
When reafon is to rage refign'd, 

And in the whirl of paflTion lolt. 
III. 
O felf-tormenting child of Pride, 

Anger, bred up in hate and ftrife ; 
Ten thoufand ills, by thee fupply'd, 

Mingle the cup ot bitter lite. 
^ ^ IV. 

Happy the meek, whofe gentle breaft, 

Serene as fummer's evening ray, 
Cahn as the regions of the bleft, 

Enjoys on earth celeftial day. 
V. 
No frienddilps broke their bofoms fting, 

No jars their peaceful tents invade, 
Sate underneath Almighty wing, 

And, foes to none, of none afraid* 
VI. 
Spirit of grace, all meek and mild, 

With thy whole felf our fouls pofTefs : 
Paffion and pride be hence exil'd, 

So {hall our frame thy own exprefs. 

HYMN XVI. 

Hypocrijy tozvards Man. 

L 

CONDITION hard of focial life, 
Wlien We and prudence are at ftrife ! 
While that me kindeft thoughts infpires, 
This caution and diftruft requires. 



II. 



HYMNS. 19 

II. 

Falfhood alas ! too oft we meet, 
And for a friend a Joab greet : 
With fmiles and fofteft fpeech careft. 
We feel the poniard in our breaft* 

III. 
There are, who in my happy days, 
Will eat my bread and found my praife : 
But when my fellal times are o'er, 
Siiun, as they would the plague, my door, 

IV. 

There is, whofe heart I fondly thought, 
In the fame mould with mine was wrought ; 
To whom my fecret I unclos'd. 
And my whole naked foul exposed. 

V. 
Ere long his falfhood he betray'd ; 
He publifh'd counfels of the (hade 
On the houfe-top : Yea join'd my foe. 
And wove the plot to lay me low. 

VL 

O for the pinions of a dove 1 
Far from all traitors Td remove : 
And in fome lonely harmlefs wild. 
Dwell there unknown and unbeguil'd* 

VII. 
O rather, Lord, thy fervant give. 
In love and wifdom here to live ; 
Till thou indulge me a releafe, 
To thy own 'world of truth and peace. 

HYMN 



ao HYMNS. 

HYMN XVIL 
Inoffenjivenefs. 

L 

WHILE in this world I dwell, 
The paths of fin I'll fear ; 
An 1, pond*rir.g all my goings well, 
Walk inoflfenfive here. 

II. 

My ev'ry ftep I'll aim, 
As warnM by wifiom's zeal ; 
Left e'er, O Lord, thy holy name 
By me a wound fhould feel. 

III. 

To me let no man owe 
His hatred of thy ways. 
From me let no man's for row flow, 
The gUilt of no man's days. 

IV. 

Nor will I rafhly draw 
Man's vengeance on my head, 
By warmth untimely, when thy law 
Under their feet they tread. 

V. 

Thus blamelefs may I live, 
Thus grace the faith I own ; 
Thus win ev'n infidels to give 
Due honours to thy throne. 

H Y M N 



HYMNS.* 21 

H Y M N XVIII. 
Chrijlian Patience and Fortitude. 

I. 

FATHER of lights, my footfteps guide, 
Along the dangerous path I tread. 
Ne*er fufFer me to turn afide, 
JBy error or by fm mifled. 

II. 

While the mad world around me fpend 
Their days in folly or in crime ; 

O that my feet may always tend 
To v/ife redemption of my time ! 

III. 

With truth illuminate my mind, 
Infpire with fortitude my heart : 

Ne'er let me wander with the blind, 
Nor waver in the Chriftian's part, 

IV. 
Fafhion and crowds confpire In vain, 

To fliake the firmmefs of my foul, 
All your allurements I difdain, 

God only fhall my choice controuK 

HYMN XIX. 
Jujlice. 

I. 

FORBID It heav'n! that e'er I eat 
The bread of craftinefs and wrong : 
A curfe would poifon all my meat, 
As fatal as the viper's tongue. 

II. 



22 HYMNS. 

IL 

I ne'er will ralfe a poor man's figh, 

His hire fhall never fwell my ftore, 
I dread the poor man*s plaintive cry, 

I fear the father of the poor. 
III. 
If I in darknefs (bafe mifdeed !} 

Aflaffinate my neighbour's fame ; 
By me if innocency bleed, 

Cancel from earth my hated name. 
IV. 
Ah! no; let me with ftrong delight 

To all the tax of duty pay ; 
Tender of every focial right, 

Revering thy all-righteous fway. 

Such virtue thou wilt not forget, 

In worlds where every virtue fliares 

Hio;h recom.pence ; though not of debt. 
But which thy bounteous grace prepares. 

HYMN XX. 
Mercy. 
I. 

BKHOLD a wretch in woe, 
A brother mortal mourns : 
My eyes with tears, for tears, o'erflow. 
My heart his fighs returns, 

II. 
I hear the thirfty cry, 
The famiih'd beg for bread : 
O let my fpring its ftream fupply, 
My hand it's bounty fhed. 

Ill, 



HYMNS. 

III. 

Lo the poor debtor fues, 

Pale at the penal threat, 
A ftarving family he Ihews ; 

I cancel all the debt. 
VI. 

And fhall not wrath relent, 

Touched by that humble ftrain, 
My brother crying, ** I repent, 

*' Nor will offend again ?" 

How elfe, on fp rightly wing, 

Can hope hem*4iigh my pray'r 
Up to thy throne, my God, my king, 

To plead for pardon there, 
VI. 

The pitiful and kind 

Thy pity will repay, 
With thee ftiall the forgiving find 

A fweet forgiving day. 
VII. 

But juftice lifts her fcale. 

And fhakes her rod on high : 
Nor pray'rs, nor fighs, nor tears avail 

The fons of cruelty. 

HYMN XXL 

Humility. 
First Part. 
I. 

WAS pride, alas ! e'e^r made for man ? 
Blind, erring, guilty creature he, 
His birth the duft, his life a fpan, 
His wifdom lefs than vanity. -,-, 



23 



24, HYMN S. 

If wealth and powV and dazzling rays 

And pageant ftate this nothing drefs .; 
On the fair idol (hall we gaze ? 

And envy that as happinefis. 
III. 
Jefus, by thy inftruftion taught, 

Our foolifh pafTions are reprefl : 
We blufh at our mifgulded thought, 

And fee and call the humble blelh 
IV. 
To know ourfelves, to learn of thee, 

And bend our necks beneath thy thronr, 
Thus diftates wife humility. 

This makes the wealth ot heav'n our own* 

^^-^-^ 

HYMN XXII. 
Htimiliiy. 
Second Part. 
I. 

BLEST men of lowly mind, 
In felf-opinion poor ; 
For you what honour is defign'd ! 
For you, what princely (lore ! 

In time's fhort joys and fighs, 

Thankful or meekly ftill ; 
Whatever he gives you, or denies, 

You love your Father's will. 
III. 

The high and holy One, 

Who all his works furveys, 
Marks you, from his eternal throne. 

As temples to his praife^ y^ 



HYMNS. 25 

IV. 

To you, to you he bends 

His condefcending ear ; 
To you his powerful arm extends, 

In ev'ry want and tear, 
V. 

From your mifglving breaft 

Sad diffidence remove. 
Why, children, are your fouls depreft ? 

Why doubt your Father's love ? 
VI. 

With mildnefs in his face. 

Your weakneffes he views. 
To humble worfhippers, his grace 

He never will refufe, 
VII. 

From the proud pharifee 

His countenance he turns : 
But will not with difpleafure {c^ 

A publican who mournSo 

HYMN XXIII. 
, The Invitation of the GofpeL 

I. 

LET ev'ry mortal ear attend, 
And ev'ry heart rejoice, 
The trumpet of the gofpel founds, 
With an inviting voice. 

Ho ? all ye hungry ftarving fouls. 

That feed upon the wind, 
And vainly ftrive, with earthly toys 

To £il an empty mind. 

D IIL 



26 HYMNS. 

III. 

Eternal wifdom has prepared 

A foul-reviving feaft, 
And bids your longing appetites^ 

The rich provifion tafte. 
IV. 
Ho ! ye who pant for living flreams, 

And pine away and die ; 
Here you may quench your raging thirft, 

With fprings that never dry. 

Rivers of love and mercy here 

In a rich ocean join : 
Salvation in abundance flows, 

Like floods of milk and wine. 

Ye perilling and naked poor, 

Who work with mighty pain. 
To weave a garment ot your own, 

That will not hide your fin. 
VII. 
Come naked, and adorn your fouls, 

In robes prepared by God, 
Wrought by the labours of his Son, 

And dy'd in his own blood, 
VIII. 
Jefus ! the treafures of thy love 

Are everlafting mines, 
Deep as our helplefs miferies are, 

And boundlefs as our fins. 
IX. 
The happy gates of gofpel-grace, 

Stand open night and day ; 
Lord, we a:e come to feek fupplies, 

And drive our wants away, 

4^4^44^ HYMN 



HYMNS. 27 

HYMN XXIV. 
J'he dying Saint. 



WHEN life's tempeftuous ftorms are o'er ; 
How calm he meets the friendly fliore. 
Who liv'd averfe to fin, 
Such peace on virtue's paths attends. 
That where the finner*s pleafure ends. 
The good man's joys begin, 

11. 

See fmiling patience fmooth his brow ! 
See bending angels downward bow ! 

To lift his foul on high ; 
While eager for the bleft abode, 
He joins with them to praife the God, 

Who taught him how to die, 

III, 

The horrors of the grave and hell, 
Thofe horrors which the wicked feci. 

In vain their gloom difplay ; 
For he who bids yon comet burn, 
Or, makes the night defcend, can turn 

Their darknefs into day. 

IV, 

No forrow drowns his lifted eyes. 
No horror wrefts the ftruggling fighs, 

As from the finner's breaft ; 
His God, the God of peace and love, 
Pours kindly folace from above, 

And heals his foul with reft. 

V. 



28 HYMN S. 

V. 

O grant, my Saviour, and my friend, 
Such joys may gild my peaceful end, 

And calm my evening clofe ; 
While loos'd from evVy earthly tic, 
With fteady confidence 1 fly 

To him, from whence I rofe. 

HYMN XXV. 
ne Ignorance of Man. 
I. 

BEHOLD yon nev/-horn infant griev'd 
With hanger, thlrft and pain ; 
That aiks to have the wants relieved, 
It knows not to explain. 
II. 
Aloud the fpeechlefs fuppliant cries, 

And utters, as it can. 
The woes that in its bofom rife, 
And fpeak its nature, Man. 
III. 
That infant, whofe advancing hour 

Life's various forrows try, 
(Sad proof of fin's tranfmiffive powV) 
That infant. Lord, am I, 
IV. 
A childhood yet, my thoughts confefs, 

Though long in years mature ; 
Unknowing whence I feel diftrefs. 
And where, or what its cure. 
V. 
Author of good, to thee I turn ; 

Thy ever wakeful eye 
Alone can all my wants difcern, 
Thy hand alone fupplv* VI. 



HYMNS. 29 

VI. 
O let thy fear within me dwell, 

Thy love my footfteps guide, 
That love fliall vainer loves expel. 

That fear, all fears befide. 
VII. 
And O, by error's force fuhdu'd, 

Since oft my ftubborn will 
PrepoftVous fliuns the latent good^ 

And grafps the fpecious ill. 
VIII. 
Not to my wlfti, but to my want. 

Do thou thy gifts apply : 
Unafk'd, what good thou knoweft, grant. 

What ill, though alk'd, deny. 

HYMN XXVI. 
Praife. 

I. 

PRAISE to God, immortal praife, 
For the love that crowns our days i 
Bounteous fource of every joy, 
Let thy praife our tongues employ. 

it 
For the bleffings of the field. 
For the ftores the gardens yields 
For the vine's exalted juice, 
For the generous olive's ufe. 

III. 
Flocks that whiten all the plain, 
Yellow {heaves of ripened grain ; 
Clouds that drop their fattening dews, 
Suns that temperate warmth diffufe ; 

D 2 IV. 



30 HYMNS. 

IV. 

All that Spring, with bounteous hand, 
Scatters o*er the fmiling land ; 
All that liberal Autumn pouns 
From her rich o'erflo\vins[ llores : 

V. 
Thefe to thee, my God, we owe ; 
Source whence all our blefhngs flow ; 
And for thefe, my foul fhall ralfe, 
Grateful vows and folemn praife. 

VI. 
Yet, (hould rifing whirlwinds tear 
From its ftem the ripening ear ; 
Should the fig-tree's blafted fhoot 
Drop her green untimely fruit ; 

VII. 

Should the vine put forth no more, 
Nor the olive yield her ftore ; 
Though the fick'ning flocks fhould fall, 
And the herds defert the ftall ; 

VIII. 

Should thine altered hand reftrain 
The early and the latter rain ; 
Blaft each opening bud of Joy, 
And the rifiiig year deftroy ; 
IX. 

Yet to thee my foul foould raife 
Grateful vows, and folemn praife ; 
And, when every blefling's flown, 
IjOvc thee — for ihylelf alone. 

HYMN 



HYMNS. 31 

HYMN XXVII. 

For Sahhatb Day. 

I. 

AGAIN the Lord of life and light 
Awakes the kindling ray ; 
Unfeals the eye-lids of the morn, 
And pours encreafing day. 

II. 
O what a night was that, which wrap'd 

The heathen world in gloom ! 
O what a {\in which broke this day, 

Triumphant from the tomb ! 
IIL 
Tliis day be grateful homage paid, 

And loud hofannas fung ; 
Let gladnefs dwell in ev'ry heart, 

And praife on ev'ry tongue. 

IV. 

Ten thoufand difFVing lips fhall join 

To hail this welcome morn, 
Which fcatters bleffings from its wings. 

To nations yet unborn. 
V. 
Jefus, the friend of human kind. 

With ftrong compaffion mov'd, 
Defcended like a pitying God, 

To fave the fouls he lov'd. 
VI. 
The powVs of darknefs leagu'd in vain 

To bind his foul in death ; 
He {hook their kingdom when he feU^ 

With his expiring breatli. 



32 HYMN S. 

VIL 

Not long the toils of hell could keep 

The hope of Judah's line ; 
Corruption never could take hold 

On aught fo much divine. 
VIII. 
And now his conquVing chariot wheeU 

Afcend the lofty {kies ; 
While broke, beneath his pow'rful crofs. 

Death's iron fceptre lies. 
IX. 
Exalted high at God's right hand, 

And Lord of all below, 
Through him is pard'ning love difpens'd. 

And boundlefs bleffings flow. 
X. 
And ftill for erring, guilty man, 

A brother^s pity flows ; 
And ftill his bleeding heart is touch'd 

With mem'ry of our woes. 
XI. 
To thee, my Saviour, and my King, 

Glad homage let me give ; 
And fliand prepar'd like thee to die. 

With thee that I may live. 

HYMN XXVIII. 
To the invifible Author of Nature. 

I. 

THY hand unfeen fuftains the poles. 
On which this vaft: creation rolls ; 
The ftarry arch proclaims thy pow'r. 
Thy pencil glows in every flow'r : 



IL 



HYMNS. j3 

IL 

In thoufand fliapes and colours rife 
Thy painted wonders to our eyes ; 
While beafts and birds with laboring throats^ 
Teach us a God in thoufand notes, 

IIL 
The meaneft part in nature's frame, 
Marks out fome letter of thy name* 
Where fenfe can reach, or fancy rove, 
From hill to hill, from field to grove : 

IV. 
Acrofs the waves, around the fky, 
There's not a fpot, or low or high, 
Where the Creator has not trod. 
And left the footlleps of a God. 

HYMN XXIX, 
Prai/e. 

L 

ALMIGHTY Maker, God! 
How wond'rous is thy name \ 
Thy glories how diffused abroad 
Through the creation's frame ! 

Nature in every drefs 

Her humble homage pays, 
And finds a thoufand ways t* exprefs 

Thine undiffembled praife. 
III. 

In native white and red 

The rofe and lilly ftand. 
And free trom pride, their beauties fpread, 

To Hiew thy fkiltul hand. 

IV. 



34 HYMNS. 

IV. 

The lark mounts up the fk)% 

With unambitious fong, 
And bears her Maker's praife on high 

Upon her artlefs tongue. 
V. 

My foul would rife and fing 

To her Creator too : 
Fain would my tongue adore my King. 

And pay the worlhip due. 
VL 

But pride, that bufy fin. 

Spoils all that I perform ; 
Curs'd pride, that creeps fecurely in. 

And fvvells a haughty worm. 
VII. 

Thy glories I abate. 

Or praife thee with defign ; 
Some of thy favours I forget, 

Or think the merit mine. 
VIII. 

The very fongs I frame 

Are faith lefs to thy caufe, 
And fteal the honours of thy name 

To build their own applaufe. 
IX. 

Create my foul anew, 

Elfe all my worfhip's vain ; 
This wretched heart will ne'er be true. 

Until 'tis form'd again. 

HYMN 



HYMNS. 35 

HYMN XXX. 

Early Death. 

I. 

LIFE i^ a fpan, a fleeting hour. 
How foon the vapour flies ! 
Mjii is a tender, tranfient flowV, 
That ev'n in blooming dies ! 
II. 
De:^th fpreads like winter's frozen arms, 

And beauty fmiles no more ; 
Ah ! where are now thole rifing charms, 
Which pleas'd our eyes before ? 
III. 
The once lov'd form, now cold and dead. 

Each mournful thought employs : 
And nature weeps her comforts fled, 
And withered all her joys. 
IV. 
But wait the interpofmg gloom, 

And lo ftern winter flies ! 
And dreft in beauty's faireft bloom, 
The flow'ry tribes arife. 
V. 
Hope looks beyond the bounds of time ; 

When what we now deplore. 
Shall rife in full immortal prime, * 
And bloom to fade no more. 
VI 
Then ceafe, fond nature, ceafe thy tears, 

Religion points on high ; 
There everlafling fpring appears, 
And joys that 'cannot die. 

HYMN 



36 HYMNS. 

HYMN XXXI. 
The Comforts of Religion* 

I. 

O BLEST Religion, heav'nly Fair \ 
Thy kind, thy healing powV^ 
Can fweeten pain, alleviate care» 
And gild each gloomy hour. 

When difmal thoughts, and boding fears 

The trembling heart invade ; 
A^nd all the face of nature wears 

A univerfal fhade : 

III. 
Thy facred diflates can afTuage 

The tempeft of the foul ; 
And ev'ry fear fhall lofe its rage. 

At thy divine controul. 
IV. 
Through life's bewilder'd, darkfome way, 

Thy hand unerring leads ; 
And o'er the path, thy heav'nly ray, 

A cheering luftre fheds. 
V. 
When feeble reafon, tir*d and blind. 

Sinks helplefs and afraid ; 
Thou bleft fuppoiter of the mind, 

How powVful is thy aid ! 
VI. 
O let my heart confefs thy powV, 

And find thy fweet relief. 
To brighten ev'ry gloomy hour, 

And foften ev'ry grief. 

HYMN 



HYMNS. j^ 

HYMN XXXII. 

Co7npaJJion. 

I. 

BEHOLD, where breathing love divine. 
Our dying mafter Hands ; 
His weeping followers gathering round, 
Receive his laft commands. 
II. 
From that mild teacher's parting lips 

What tender accents fell ! 
The gentle precept which he gave. 
Became its author well. 
III. 
'* Blefs'd is the man, whofe foft'ning heart 

** Feels all another's pain ; 
'* To whom the fupplicating eye, 
** Was never rais'd in vain. 
IV. 
•* Whofe breafl: expands with generous warmth 

** A ftranger's woes to feel ; 
** And bleeds in pity o'er the wound, 
'* He wants the powV to heaU 
V. 
*' He fp reads his kind fupporting arm?^ 

" To every child of grief ; 
** His fecret bounty largely flows, 
** And brings unafk'd relief. 
VI. 
*' To gentle offices of love 

'• His feet are never fiov/ ; 
*• He views through mercy's melting eye^ 
** A brother in a foe. 

E YIL. 



38 H Y M N S- 

VII. 
*' Peace from the bofom of his God, 

*' My peace to hun I give ; 
'' And when he kneels before the throne, 

*' His trembling foul fhall live. 
VIII. 
*' To him protection fhall be fliewn, 

" And mercy trom above 
** Defcend on thofe who thus fulfil, 

*' The perfeft law of love." 

HYMN XXXIII. 

Complaint of Ingratitude. 

I. 
REAT GOD, to thee, my all I owe, 

jy And fhall my tongue be ilill ? 
Shall conftant llreams of mercy flow, 
Unting'd w^ith any ill ? 

Shall ev'ry day new favours bring, 

And ev'ry night proclaim 
My God, their bounteous fource and fprlng ? 

And yet unprais'd his name ! 
III. 
Shall ev'ry moment prove his grace, 

And iliew his tender care ? 
And is my heart not found the place. 

Where warm afFeftions are ? 
IV. 
Shall changing feafons, day and hour. 

Each minute as it flies, 
Evince thy ever bounteous pow'r, 

And fee new bleffings rife ? 



G 



HYMNS. 



39 



V. 

And does my foul no rapture find, 

No ardent thanks exprefs, 
No praifes warm my callous mind ? 

As humbly I confefs I 
VI. 
Then, O my God, one favour ftill, 

Add to thy boundlefs ftore. 
My foul with gratetul raptures fill, 

rn praife thee, and adore ! 

HYMN XXXIV. 
Nature's Call to Gratitude. 
I. 

HOW cheerful, along tlie gay mead, 
The daifies and cow flips appear ; 
The flocks as they carelefsiy feed, 
Rejoice in the fpring of the year. 
II. 
The myrtles that fliade the gay bowVs, 

The herbage that fprings from the fod, 
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and fweet flow'rs. 
All rife to the praife of my God. 
III. 
Shall man, the great mafter of all, 

The only infenfible prove ? 
Forbid it, fair gratitude's call, 
Forbid it, devotion and love. 
IV. 
The Lord, who fuch wonders could raife, 

And ftill can deftroy w^ith a nod, 
My lips fliall incefl[antly praife. 

My foul fliall be wrapt in my God, 

H Y M N 



4P HYMNS. 

H Y M N XXXV. 

^he CompaJJion of Je/us Chri/i. 
J, 

YE Angel Forms, look down ; and fee 
A fcene of ftrange diftrefs below : 
Behold Divine Humanity 

Diffolv'd in fympathetic woe. 
II. 
Lo, on high Olivet he ftands, 

Salem's proud tow'rs in profpefl rife : 
His bov/els yearn, he fpreads his hands, 
Companion gufhing from his eyes : 
III. 
*' O Salem, my prophetic view 

*' Thy mighty miferies furveys ; 
** Vengeance, to thy rebellions due, 
*' Unknown in paft and future days. 
IV. 
*' What labours have I fhunn'd, for thee, 

*' What powVs of fuafion left untry'd, 
*' Thy children to allure to me, 

•* And in a Saviour's ftiadow hide ? 
V. 
** So when the falcon fails above, 

*' The parent hen, with tender cry, 
** Under her guardian wing of love, 
" Collefts her infant progeny. 
VI. 
** But ah ! ye would not — O ye blind ! 
(He faid, and heav'd a deeper figh) 
** Your temple is to flames confign'd ; 
*' The dark predeflin'd hour is nigh.'* 
VII. 
Bleft Jefus, in thy feeling heart, 

For me, a finner, fpare one place. 
I would be thine — O yield a part 
To me, in thy redeeming grace. 

.^^^ HYMN 



HYMNS. 4' 

HYMN XXXVI. 

The Funeral. 
L 

IN black procefTion, fad and flow, 
About the ftreets the mourners go : 
Man comes to make his long abode, 
Where darknefs dwells and worm.s corrode, 

11. 

There bufy life, there pleafure ends, 
And tie ot blood, and tie of friends. 
There ends probation's hour, and there 
Virtue's hard ftrife with fin and care» 

III. 
Why for vain riches do I toil, 
Gathering for death a. larger fpoil ? 
Why for this dying flefn purvey, 
The finful pleafures of a day« 

IV. 
Why cling fo clofely to my heart 
Kindred and friends ? we foon muft part ! 
And wherefore do I wafte the fpan 
Of mercy limited to man ? 

V. 
The pious few O let me join, 
And with their faith my breath refign ; 
That their hereafter, mine may be, 
Ev'n mine their blefl eternity. 

H Y M N XXXVIL 

Divine Benevolence. 
I. 

IN fhadow black as night. 
With fcarce one feeble ray 
Of nature's dim expiring light, 
The nations loft their way, 

E 2 IL 



4^ HYMNS. 

II. 

Like foolifh fheep we ftray'd. 

All from the Maker's fold : 
Each by his fev'ral fin betray 'd, 

His fev'ral path would hold, 
III. 

Blind, headlong every one 

To the fame ruin ran. 
Th' almighty Father from his throne, 

Beheld his creature man. 
IV. 

His wilder'd human race 

The Father's pity won : 
Forth from the bofom of his grace 

He fent his firft-born Son. 
V. 

Benevolent he came 

The meflenger of love ; 
Debafmg to a mortal frame 

His godlike form above. 
. VI. 

With gentle voice he cries, 

*' Sinners my yoke receive : 
'' Light is my yoke, and life the prize 

" I to the yielding give." 

vii. 

Truth fpreads her golden wings, 
With the glad news flie flew ; 

Salvation througli the world fhe brings 
To Gentile and to Jew. 

VIIL 
O mercy, fv/eet and high, 
Above our loftieft praife : 

Ye noble natives of the fky, 
Your nobleft anthems raifc. 



4^-t^ 



HYMN 



HYMNS. 43 

HYMN XXXVIII. 
^be Heavens declare the Being and 
Glory of God. 
I. 

THE fpacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal fty, 
And fpangled heavens, a fhining frame. 
Their great original proclaim : 

Th' unwearied fun, from day to day. 
Does his Creator's powV difplay. 
And publifhes to every land. 
The work of an almighty hand. 

III. 
Soon as the evening fliades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, 
And nightly to the lift'ning earth, 
Repeats the ftory of her birth : 

IV. 
Whilft all the ftars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn. 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
And fpread the truth from pole to pole. 

What though, in folemn filence, all 
Move round the dark terreftial ball ? 
What though nor real voice nor found 
Amid their radiant orbs be found ? 

VI. 
In reafon's ear they all rejoice. 
And utter forth a glorious voice. 
Forever finging, as they (hine, 
'* The Hand that made us is Divine." 

HYMN 



44 HYMNS. 

H Y M N XXXIX. 
Divine Sovereignty. 

L 

TO vindicate our words and thoughts, 
We make no more pretence : 
Not one of all our num'rous faults. 
Can bear a juft defence. 

II. 

Strong is his arm, his heart is wife. 

What vain prefumers dare, 
Again ft their Maker's hand to rife, 

Or tempt th' unequal war ? 
III. 
Mountains, by his almighty wrath, 

From their old feats are torn ; 
He fhakes the earth from fouth to north. 

And all her pillars mourn. 
IV. 
He bids the fun forbear to rife, 

Th' obedient fun forbears ; 
His hand with fackcloth fpreads the fkies, 

And feals up all the ftars. 
V. 
He walks upon the foaming fea, 

Flies on the itormy wind ; 
There's none can trace his fecret way. 

Nor his dark footfteps find. 
VI. 
Yet truth and judgment are his throne, 

And wond'rous is his grace ; 
While power and mercy, join'd in one„ 

Invite us near his face. 

HYMN 



HYMNS. 45 

H Y M N XL. 

Strength from Heaven. 
I. 

WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arlfe ? 
And where *s our courage fled ? 
Has reftlefs fin and raging hell 
Struck all our comforts dead ? 

n. 

Have we forgot th' almighty name 

That form'd the earth and fea ? 
And can an all creating arm 

Grow weary or decay ? 

m. 

Treafures of everlafting might 

In our Jehovah dwell ; 
He gives the conqueft to the weak, 

And treads their foes to hell. 
IV. 
Mere mortal power ftiall fade and die, 

And youthful vigour ceafe ; 
But we who wait upon the Lord, 

Shall feel our ftrength increafe. 
V. 
The faints fhall mount on eagles wings. 

And tafte the promised blifs, 
Till their unwearied feet arrive, 

Where per f eft pleafure is. 

HYMN XLI. 

God's tender Care of his Church. 
I. 

NOW fhall my inward joys arife, 
And burft into a fong : 
Almighty love infpires my heart, 

And pleafure tunes my tongue. IL 



46 HYMNS. 

II. 

God on his thlrfty Sion-hill 

Some mercy drops has thrown, 
And folemn oaths have bound his love, 

To fhow'r falvation down. 
III. 
Why do we then Indulge our fears, 

Sufpiclons and complaints ? 
Is he a God, and fhall his grace 

Grow weary of his faints. 
IV. 
Can a kind woman e'er forget 

The infant of her womb, 
Among a thoufand tender thoughts 

Her fackling have no room ? 
V. 
*' Yet, faith the Lord, fliould nature change, 

*' And mothers mon Iters prove, 
*' Sion flill dwells upon the heart 

'' Of everlaftinff love. 
^ VI. 
•' Deep on the palms of both my hands 

*' I have engrav'd her name ; 
•' My hands fhall raife her ruinM walls, 

•* And build her broken frame.'* 

HYMN XLII. 

Self -Examination for the Evening. 

I. 

ND now, my foul the circling fun, 
Has all his beams withdrawn : 
Once more his daily race is run, 
And gloomy night comes on* 

II. 



A 



HYMNS. 



47 



II. 

Thus one day more of life is gone ; 

A doubtful few remain : 
Coine, then, review what thou haft done. 

Eternal life to gain. 

^iii. 

Doft thou get forward in thy race, 

As time ftill pofts away ? 
And die to fin, and grow in grace, 

With ev'ry paffing day ? 

This day, what conquefts haft thou gain'd ? 

What fin is overcome ? 
What frelh degree of grace obtained, 

To bringr thee nearer home ? 
V. 
Alas ! this life will foon be paft, 

'Tis dying ev'ry day : 
But do thy hopes make equal hafte ? 

Or negligence betray ? 

Do they more ftrong and lively grow, 

And make more pure from fin ? 
Give more contempt of things below. 

Create more peace within ? 
VII. 
O ! do not pafs this life in dreams, 

To be furpris'd by death : 
And fink where mercy never beams. 

When I refim my breath. 

" Vill. 

No ! every day thy courfe review, 

Thy real ftate to learn : 
And with renewed zeal purfue 

Thy great and chief concern. 

4^4^ HYMN 



4$ HYMNS. 

HYMN XLIIL 
ne Beatitudes. 
I. 

BLEST are the humble fouls that fee 
Their emptinefs and poverty ; 
Treafures of grace to them are giv'n. 
And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n, 

11. 
Blefl; are the men ot broken heart, 
Who mourn for fin with inward fmart ; 
The blood of Chrift divinely flows 
A healing balm for all their woes. 

III. 
Blefl: are the meek, who ftand afar, 
From rage and paflion, noife and war ; 
God will fecure their happy fl:ate. 
And plead their caufe againfl; the great. 

IV. 
Bleft are the fouls that thirfl: for grace, 
Hunger and long for righteoufnefs ; 
They fhall be well fupply'd and fed 
With living fl:reams and living bread. 

V. 
Bleft are the men whofe bowels move, 
And melt with fympathy and love ; 
From Chrift the Lord, they fliall obtain 
Like fympathy and love again : 

VL 
Bleft are the pure, whofe hearts are clean 
From the defiling powVs of fin ; 
With endlefs pleafure they fiiall fee 
A Gcv of fpotlefs purity, 

VIL 



HYMN S. 49 

VII. 

Bleft are the men of peaceful life, 
Who quench the coals of growhig ftrife ; 
They (hall be call'd the heirs of blifs, 
The fons of God, the God of peace* 

VIII. 

Bleft are the fufF'rers who partake 
Of pain and fhame for Jefus' fake ; 
Their fouls ftiall triumph in the Lord, 
Glory and joy are their reward. 

HYMN XLIV. 
^^he Appearance of Angels to the Shepherds. 

I. 
VXTHllefhepherds watch'd their flocks by night, 
^^ All feated on the ground, 
The Angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory fhone around. 

*' Fear not,'' faid he, (for mighty dread 
Had feiz'd their troubled mind) 
Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
" To you, and all mankind. 
III. 

*' To you in David's town, this day 
" Is born, of David's line, 

*' The Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord ; 
'' And this fhall be the fim. 

IV. " 

** The heav'nly babe you there fhall find, 

" To human view difplay'd, 
*' All meanly wrapt in fwaddling bands, 

*' And in a manger laid." 

F V„ 



50 HYMNS. 

V. 
Thus fpake the Seraph, and forthwith 

Appear'd a fhining throng 
Of angels, praifing God, and thus 

Addrefs*d their loyful fong : 
VL 
** All glory be to God on high, 

** And to the earth be peace ; 
** Good-will henceforth, from heav'n to men, 

** Begin and never ceafe." 

H Y M N XLV. 
"The Hidden Life of a Chriftian. 

I. 

HAPPY foul, that lives on high. 



o 



While men lie grovelling here ! 
His hopes are fix'd above the fky, 
And faith forbids his fear. 
II. 
His confcience knows no fecret flings, 

While grace and joy combine 
To form a life, whofe holy fprings 
Are hidden and divine. 
III. 
He waits in fecret on his God ; 

His God in fecret fees : 
Let earth be all in arms abroad. 
He dwells in heav'nly peace. 

iv: 

His pleafures rife from things unfeen, 

Beyond this world and time, 
Where neither eyes nor ears have been, 

Nor thoughts of mortals climb. 

V. 



HYMNS. 51 

V. 

He wants no pomp, nor royal throne. 

To raife his figure here ; 
Content and pleas'd to live unknown, 

Till Chrift his life appear. 
VL 
He looks to heav'n's eternal hills, 

To meet that glorious day ; 
Jefus, how flow thy chariot wheels ! 

How long is thy delay ! 

HYMN XLVL 

A hopeful Touth falling Jhort of Heaven. 

I. 

MUST all the charms of nature then, 
So hopelefs to falvation prove ? 
Can Hell demand, can Heaven condemn 
The man, whom Jefus deigns to love ? 

II. 
The man, who fought the ways of truth, 
Paid friends and neighbours all their due ; 
(A modeft, fober, lovely youth) 
And thought he wanted nothing now, 

III. 
But mark the change : thus fpake the Lord, 
** Come part with earth for heav'n to day ;*' 
The youth aftonifh'd at his word, 
In filent fadnefs went hi^ way. 

IV. 
Poor virtues, that he boafled fo. 
This tell unable to endure, 
Let Chrift, and grace, and glory go. 
To make his land and money fure ! 



52 HYMN S. 

V. 
All foolijfh choice of treafures here ! 
Ah fatal love of tempting gold ! 
Muft this bafe world be bought fo dear I 
f.nd life and heav'n fo cheaply fold ? 

VI. 
In vain the charms of nature fhine, 
It this vile palhon governs me : 
Transform my foul, O love divine ! 
And make me part v/ith all for thee. 

HYMN XLVII. 
The fame in Common Metre. 
I. 

THUS far 'tis well : You read, you pi'ajr, 
You hear God's holy word, 
You mind whate'er your parents fay, 
And learn to ferve the Lord. 
II. 
Your friends are pleas'd to fee your ways. 

Your praftice they approve ; 
Jefus himfelf would give you praife, 
And look with eyes of love. 
III. 
But if you quit the paths of truth. 

To follow foolifh fires, 
And give a loofe to giddy youth, 
With all its. wild defires : 
IV. 
If you will let your Saviour go, 

To hold your riches fall ; 
Or hunt. for empty joys below, 
You'll lofe your heav'n at lafl. 

V. 



HYMNS. S3 

V, 

The rich young man, whom Jefus lov'd, 

Should warn you to forbear : 
His love of earthly treafure prov'd 

A fatal golden fnare. 
VI. 
See, gracious God, my Saviour, fee, 

How Youth is prone to fall : 
Teach 'em to part with all for Thee, 

And love thee more than all* 

••^^ 

HYMN XLVIII. 

A rational Defence of the GofpeL 

I. 

SHALL atheifts dare infult the crofs 
Of Chrift, the Son of God ? 
Shall infidels reproach his laws, 
Or trample on his blood ? 
IL 
What if he choofe myfterious ways, 

To cleanfe us from our faults ? 
May not the works of fovereign grace 
Tranfcend our feeble thoughts ? 
III. 
What if this gofpel bids us fight 
With flefti, and felf, and fin ? 
The prize is moil divinely bright^ 
Which we are call'd to win. 

What if the foolifh and the poor, 

His glorious grace partake ? 
This but confirms his truth the more, 

For fo the prophets fpake* 

F 2 V. 



$4 HYMN S. 

V. 

Do fome that own his facred name, 

Indulge their fouls in fin ? 
Jefus fhould never bear the blame, 

His laws are pure and clean. 
VI. 
Then let our faith grow firm and ftrong, 

Our lips pro-fefs his word : 
Nor blufh, nor fear to walk among 

The men who love the Lord, 

HYMN XLIX. 
None excluded from Hope. 

I. 

JESUS, thy bleffings are not few, 
Nor is thy gofpel weak ; 
Thy grace can melt the ftubborn Jew, 
And heal the dying Greek. 
II. 
Wide as the reach of Satan's rage, 

Doth thy falvation flow : 
'Tis not confin'd to fex or age. 
The lofty or the low. 
III. 
While grace is offered to the prince. 

The poor may take their fhare ; 
No mortal has a juft pretence. 
To Derifh in defpair, 
IV. 
Be wife, ye men of ftrength and wit, 

Nor boafl: your native pow'rs ; 
But to his fovereign grace fubmit, 
And glory fhall be yours. 



V, 



HYMNS. 55 

V. 

Come, all ye vileft fmners, come, 

He'll form your fouls anew : 
Mis gofpel and his heart have room - 

For rebels, fuch as you. 
VL 
His doftrine is almighty love, 

There's virtue in his name, 
To turn the raven to a dove. 

The lion to a lamb. 

HYMN L. 
Truthy Sincerity, £sfr* 

I. 

LET thofe who bear the chriftian name, 
Their holy vows fulfil : 
The faints, the followers of the lamb, 
, Are men of honour ftiil. 

II. 
True to the folemn oaths they take. 
Though to their hurt they fwear : 
Conftant and juft to all they fpeak, 
For God and angels hear, 

^iii. 

Still with their lips their hearts agree^ 

Nor flattering words devife : 
They know the God of truth can fee 

Through every falfe difguife. 

They hate th' appearance of a lie. 

In all the fhapes it wears ; 
Firm to the truth ; and when they die. 

Eternal life is their 's. 

V. 



56 HYMNS. 

V. 

Lo ! from afar the Lord defcends, 

And brings the judgment down ; 
He bids his faints, his faithful friends, 

Rife and poffefs their crown. 
VI. 
While Satan trembles at the fight, 

And Devils wifh to die, 
Where will the faithlefs hypocrite, 

And guilty liar fly ? 

HYMN LI. 
Gravity, Decency, &c. 

1. 

ARE we not fons and heirs of God ? 
Are we not bought with Jefus' blood ? 
Dw we not hope for heav'nly joys, 
And fliall we ftoop to trifling toys ? 

Can laughter feed th' immortal mind ? 
Were fpirits of celeftlal kind 
Made for a jefl, for fport or play, 
To wear out time, and wafte the day ? 

III. 
Doth vain difcourfe or empty mirth 
Well fuit the honours of our birth ? 
Shall we be fond of gay attire, 
Which children love, and fools admire ? 

IV. 
What if we wear the richeft veft, 
Peacocks and flies are better dreft : 
This flefli, with all its gaudy forms. 
Mull drop to duft, and feed the worms. 

V. 



HYMNS. 57 

V. 

Lord, ralfe our hearts and paflions higher ; 
Touch our vain louls with facred fire ; 
Then, with an elevated eye, 
We'll pafs thefe glitt'ring trifles by, 

Vlf 
We'll look on all the toys below 
With fuch difdain as angels do, 
And wait the call that bids us rife 
To promis'd manfions in the fkies, 

HYMN LIL 

Jujlice and Equity. 

I. 

COME, let us fearch our ways, and try, > 
Have they been juft and right ? 
Is the great rule of equity 
Our praftice and delight ? 

What we would have our neighbour do. 

Have we ftill done the fame ? 
And ne'er delay'd to pay his due, 

Nor iniur'd his good name. 

III. 

Do we relieve the poor diftrefs'd ? 

Nor give our tongues a loofe. 
To make their names our fcorn and jeft. 

Nor treat them with abufe ? 
IV. 
Have we not found our ^nvy gro^s^. 

To hear another's praife ? 
Nor robb'd him of his honour due, 

By fly malicious ways* 

V. 



|8 HYMNS. 

V. 

In all we fell, and all we buy, 

Is juftice our defign ? 
Do we remember God is nigh, 

And tear the wrath divine ? 
VI. 
In vain we talk of Jefus' blood. 

And boafl his name in vain, 
If we can flight the laws of God, 

And prove unjuft to men. 

HYMN LIII. 
Jujiice and ^rutb. ^ 

I. 

GREAT God, thy holy law requires, 
To curb our covetous defires, 
Forbids to plunder, fteal or cheat, 
To praftice fallhood or deceit. 

II. 
Thy Son hath fet a pattern too, 
He paid to God and men their due : 
A dreadful debt he paid to God, 
And bought our pardon with his blood. 

III. 
Amazing juftice ! boundlefs love ! 
Do we not feel our paffions move ? 
Do we not grieve that we have been 
Faithlefs to God, or falfe to men ? 

IV, 
Have we no righteous debt deny*d. 
Through wanton luxury or pride ? 
Nor vext the poor with long delay, 
And made them groan for want of pay ? 



V. 



HYMNS. 59 

V. 

Have we ne'er thrown a needlefs fliame. 
Or fcandal, on our nelghbour*s name ? 
O happy men, whofe age and youth 
Have ever dealt in love and truth ! 

VI. 
But if our juftlce once be gone, 
And leave our faith and hope alone ; 
If honefty be banifh'd hence, 
Religion is a vain pretence. 

HYMN LIV. 
Temperance. 

I. 

IS it a man's divineft good, 
To make his foul a flave to food, 
Vile as the beaft, whofe fpirit dies. 
And has no hope above the fkies ? 

II. 
Can meats or choiceft wines procure 
Delights, that ever fhall endure ? ' 

Was I not born above the fwine, 
And fliall I make their pleafures mine ? 

III. 
Am I not made for nobler things ? 
Made to afcend on angels wings ? 
Shall my beft powVs be thus debas'd, 
And part with heav'n to pleafe my tafte ? 

IV. 
Can I forget the fatal deed, 
How Eve brought death on all her feed ? 
She tailed the forbidden tree, 
Aneer'd her God, and ruin"d me. 

V, 



6o HYMNS. 

V. 

Was life defign'd alone to eat ? 
What is the mouth, or what the meat ? 
Both from the ground derive their birth, 
And both fhall mix with common earth, 

VI. 
Great God, new-mould m.y fenfual mind,' 
And let my joys be more refined ; 
Raife me to dwell among the bleft, 
And fit me for thy heav'nly teaft. 

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HYMN LV. 

Amiable Deportment. 
1. 
'TIs a lovely thing to fee 
A man of prudent heart, 
Whofe thoughts, and lips, and life agree 
To aft a ufeful part. 
II. 
When envy, ftrife, and wars begin, 

In little angry fouls, 
Mark how the fons of peace come in, 
And quench the kindling coals. 
III. 
Their minds are humble, mild and meek, 

Nor let their fury rife : 
Nor pafTion moves their lips to fpeak, 
Nor pride exalts their eyes. 
IV. 
Their frame is prudence, mixt with love ; 

Good works fulfil their day ; 
They join the ferpent with the dove. 
But call the fling away. 



o 



HYMNS- 6i 

V. 

Such was the Saviour of mankind. 

Such pleafures he purfu'd, 
His flefli and blood were all refin'd. 

His foul divinely good. 
VI. 
Lord, can thefe plants of virtue grow 

In fuch a foul as mine ? 
Thy grace can form my nature fo, 

And make my heart like thine. 

♦^♦^ 

HYMN LVL 
mngs of good Report. 

I. 

IS It a thing of good report, 
To fquander life and time away ? 
To cut the hours of duty fliort, 
While toys and follies wafte the day. 

To afk and prattle all affairs, 
And mind all bufmefs but our own ? 
To live at random, void of cares, 
While all things to confufion run ? 

III. 

Doth this become the chriftian name, 
To venture near the tempter's door ? 
To fort with men of evil fame. 
And yet prefume to ftand fecure ? 

IV. 
Am I my own fufficient guard, 
While I expofe my foul to Ihame ? 
Can the fhort joys of fin reward 
The lafting blemifh of my name ? 

G V, 



62 HYMNS. 

V. 
O may it be my conftant 'choice 
To walk with men oi grace below, 
*Till I arrive where heavenly joys, 
And never-fading honours grow ! 

HYMN LVII. 

ne imiverjal Law of Equity. 

I. 

BLESSED Redeemer, how divine, 
How righteous is this rule ot thine, 
** Never to deal with others worfe 
** Than v/e would have them deal with us I" 

II. 
This golden leflbn, {hort and plain, 
Gives nor the mind, nor mem.ory pain : 
And every confcience muft approve 
This univerfal law ot love. 

III. 
'Tis written in each mortal breaft. 
Where all our tendered wifhes reft : 
We draw it from our inmoft veins, 
Where love to felf refides and reigns. 

IV. 
Is reafon ever at a lofs ? 
Call in felf-Iove to judge the caufe. 
Let our own tondeft pafTion fhew 
How we fhould treat our neighbours too^ 

V. 
How blell would evVy nation prove, 
'.rhus ruTd by equity and love ! 
All would be friends witliout a foe, 
And form a paradife below, 

VI. 



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HYMNS. 63 

VI. 

Jefus, forgive us that we keep, 
Thy facred law of love afleep ; 
And take our envy, wrath and pride, 
Thofe favage paffions, for our guide, 

HYMN LVIIL 
The Atoneme7tt of Chriji. 

L 

OW Is our nature fpoil'd by fin ! 
Yet nature ne'er hath found 
The way to make the confcience clean. 
Or heal the painful wound. 
11. 
In vain we feek for peace with God 

By methods of our own : 
Jefus, there's nothing but thy blood. 
Can brincT us near the throne. 

in. 

The threat'nings of the broken law 

Imprefs our fouls with dread : 
If God his fword of vengeance draw, 

It ftrikes our fpirits dead. 
IV. 
But thine illuftrious facrifice 

Hath anfwer*d thefe demands : 
And peace and pardon from the fkics 

Come down by Jefus* hands. 

Here all the antient types agree, 

The altar and the lamb : 
And prophets in their vifions fee 

Salvation through his name. 



64 H Y M N S. 

VI. 
*Tis by thy death we live, O Lord ; 

'Tis on thy crofs we reft ; 
For ever be thy love ador'd, 

Thy name for ever bleft. 

HYMN LIX. 
Faith and Repentance e7tcouraged hy 

the Sacrifice of Chriji. 
I. 

WHERE fhall the guilty confcience go, 
To find a fure relief ? 
Can bleeding bulls or goats beftow 
A balm to eafe my grief ? 

Will popifh rites and penances 

Releafe my foul from fin ? 
What infufficient things are thefe. 

To calm the wrath divine ! 
III. 
God, the great God, who rules the Ikies, 

The gracious and the juft, 
Makes his own Son our facrifice : 

And there lies all our truft. 
IV. 
O never let my thoughts renounce 

The gofpel ot" my God, 
Where vileft crimes are cleans'd at once, 

In Chrift's atoning blood. 

Here reft my faith, and ne*er remove i 

Here let repentance rife. 
While I behold his bleeding love, 

His dying agonies. 

VI, 



HYMNS. 6s 

VL 

With ffiame and forrow here I own 
How great my guilt hath been : 

This is my way t* approach the throne. 
And God forgives my fin, 

H Y M N LX. 

Chriji*s Propitiation improved. 

I. 

LORD, didft thou fend thy Son to die 
For fuch a guihy wretch as I ? 
And fhall thy mercy not impart 
Thy Spirit to renew my heart ? 

Lord, haft thou wafli'd my garments clean, 
In Jefus* blood, from fhame and fin ? 
Shall 1 not ftrive with all my powV, 
That fin pollute my foul no more ? 

HI. 

Shall I not bear my Father's rod. 
The kind correflions of my God, 
When Chrift upon the curfed tree 
Suftain'd a heavier load for me ? 

IV. 
Why fhould P' dread m) dying day, 
Since Chrift has took the curfe away. 
And taught me with my lateft breath 
To triumph o'er thy terrors. Death ? 

V. 
O rather let me wifh and cry, 
*' When fhall my foul get loofe and fly 
'* To upper worlds ? When lliall I fee 
'^ The heav'nly friend who dy'd fur me ?" 

G 2 VL 



66 HYMN S: 

VL 

I fliall behold his glories there. 
And pay him my eternal fhare 
Of praife, and gratitude, and love, 
Among ten thoufand faints above. 

HYMN LXI. 
All Things working for Good* 

I. 

MY foul, furvey thy happinefs, 
If thou art found a child of grace, 
How richly is the gofpel ftor'd ! 
What joys the promifes afford ! 

** All things are ours ;" The gift of God, 
And purchased with our Saviour's blood ; 
While the good Spirit fhews us how 
To ufe, and to enjoy them too, 

III. 
If peace and plenty crown my days, 
They help me, Lord, to fpeak thy 'praife ; 
If bread of forrows be my food, 
Thofe forrows work my real good. 

IV. 
1 would not change my bleft eftate, 
With all that flefh calls rich or great ; 
And while my faith can keep her hold, 
I envy not the finner's gold. 

Father, I wait thy daily will, 
Thou ftialt divide my portion ftill ; 
Grant me on earth what feems thee be ft, 
*Tiil death and heav'n reveal the reft. 

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HYMNS. 67 

HYMN LXII. 
Life^ the Day of Grace and Hope. 

I. 

LIFE IS the time to ferve the Lord, 
The time t' infure the great reward, 
And while the lamp holds out to burn, 
The vileft firmer may return. 

II. 
Life is the hour which God has giv'n 
To Tcape from hell, and fly to heav'n ; 
The day of grace, and mortals may 
Secure the bleffings of the day. 

IIL 
The living know that they mufl: die, 
But all the dead forgotten He ; 
Their mem'ry and their fenfe is gone. 
Alike unknowing and unknown. 

IV. 
Their hatred and their love is loft, 
Their envy bury'd in the duft ; 
They have no fhare in all that's done 
Beneath the circuit of the fun. 

V. 
Then what my thoughts defign to do, 
My hands with all your might purfue. 
Since no device, nor work is found. 
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground, 

VI. 
There are no a6ls of pardon pafs*d 
In the cold grave to which we hafte ; 
But darknefs, death, and long defpair. 
Reign in eternal filence there. 

*^4^ HYMN 



68 HYMNS. 

HYMN LXIII. 
Heaven, invifible and holy. 

I. 

NOR eye hath feen, nor ear has heard, 
Nor fenfe, nor reafon known. 
What joys the Father has prepared 
For thofe, who love his Son, 
II. 
But the good Spirit of the Lord 

Reveals a heav'n to come ; 
The beams of glory in his word, 
Allure and guide us home. 

III. 

Pure are the joys above the Iky, 

And all the region peace ; 
No wanton lips nor envious eye, 

Can fee or tafte the blifs. 
IV. 
Thofe holy gates for ever bar 

Pollution, fin, and fhame ; 
None fhall obtain admittance there, 

But foU'wers of the Lamb. 
V. 
He keeps the Father's book of life. 

There all their names are found ; 
The hypocrite in vain fhall ftrive 

To tread the heavenly ground. 

HYMN LXIV. 

Mofes and Chriji. 

I. 

THE law by Mofes came, 
But peace, and truth, and love, 
Were brought by Chrift (a nobler name) 
Defcendmg from above» 11, 



HYMNS. 69 

11. 

Amidft the houfe of God, 
Their difF'rent works were done, 
Mofes a faithful fervant ftood, 
But Chrift a faithful Son. 

III. 
Then to his new commands 
Be ftri£l obedience paid ; 
O'er all his Father's houfe he ftands, 
The fovVeira and the head. 

IV. 
The man that durft defpife 
The law that Mofes brought, 
Behold ! how terribly he dies 
For his prefumptuous fault. 

V. 
But forer vengeance falls 
On that rebellious race, 
Who hate to hear when Jefus calls, 
And dare refift his grace. 

HYMN LXV. 

God^ Incomprehenjible. 

L 

CAN creatures to perfeftion find 
Th' Eternal Uncreated Mind : 
Or can the largeft ftretch of thought 
Meafure and fearch his nature out ! 

II. 

*Tis high as heaven, 'tis deep as hell ; 
And what can mortals know or tell .? 
His glory fpreads beyond the fky. 
And all the fhining worlds on high. 

III. 



70 ^ H Y M N S. 

in. 

But man, vain man, would fain be wife. 
Born like a wild young colt, he flies 
Through all the follies of his mind, 
A^nd fmells and fnuffs the empty wind. 

IV. 

God Is a king of pow'r unknown, 
Firm are the orders of his throne ; 
If he refolve, who dare oppofe, 
Or afk him why, or w^hat he does ? 

V. 

He wounds the heart, and he makes whole ; 
He calms the temped of the foul : 
When he fliuts up in long dcfpair^ 
Who can remove the heavy bar ? 

VI. 

He frowns, and darknefs veils the moon, 
The fainting fun grows dim at noon : 
The pillars of heav'n's ftarry roof 
Tremble and ftart at his reproof. 

VII. 

He gave the vaulted heav'n its form, 
The crooked ferpent and the worm ; 
He breaks the billows with his breath, 
And fmites the fons of pride to death. 

VIII. 

Thefe are a portion of his ways ; 
But who (hall dare defcribe his face ? 
Who can endure his light ? or ftand 
To hear the thunders of his hand ? 

HYMN 



HYMNS. 

Holinefs and Grace. 

HYMN LXVI. 
I. 

SO let our lips and lives exprefs 
The holy gofpel we profefs, 
So let our works and virtues fhine, 
To prove the doftrine all divine. 

II. 

Thus (liall we heft proclaim abroad 
The honours of our Saviour G6d ; 
When the f'alvation reigns within. 
And grace fubdues the pow'r of fin, 

III. 

Our flefh and fenfe muft be deny'd, 
Paffion and envy, luft and pride ; 
While juftice, temp'rance, truth and love, 
Our inward piety approve. 

Religion bears our fpirits up, 
While we cxpeft that bleffed hope, 
The bright appearance of the Lord ; 
And faith ftands leaning on his word. 

HYMN LXVII. 

Submijfton to affli^ive Providences. 
I. 

NAKED as from the earth we came. 
And rofe to life at firft, 
We to the earth fhall foon defcend, 
And mingle with our dull. 
II. 
The dear delights we here enjoy, 

And tondly call our own, 
Are but fhort iavours borrowed now. 
To be repaid anon. III. 



71 



72 HYMN S. 

III. 

'Tis God who lifts our comforts high. 

Or finks them in the grave, 
He gives, and (bleffed be his naine) 

He takes but what he gave. 
IV. 
Peace, all our angry paffions then, 

Let each rebellious figh 
Be filent at his fovereign will. 

And every murmur die. 
V. 
If fmiling miCrcy crown our lives, 

It's praifes Ihall be fpread, 
And we'll adore the juftice too, 

That ftrikes our comforts dead. 

H Y M N LXVIII. 
A Saint prepared to die. 

I. 

DEATH m.ay difToIve my body now. 
And bear mv fpirit home ; 
Why do my minutes move fo flow. 
Nor my falvation come ? 
II. 
With heav'nly weapons I have fought 

The battles of the Lord, 
Finilh'd my courfe, and kept the faith, 
And wait the fure reward. 
III. 
God has laid up in heav'n for me 

A crown which cannot fade ? 
The righteous Judge, at that great day. 
Shall place it on my head. 

IV, 



HYMNS. 73 

IV, 

Nor hath the King of grace decreei 

This prize for me alone ; 
But all who love, and long to fee 

Th' appearance of his Son, 

Jefus, the Lord, will guard me fafe 

From ev'ry ill defign ; 
And to his heav'nly kingdom keep 

This feeble foul of mine. 
VI. 
God is my everlafting aid, 

And hell fhall rage in vain ; 
To him be higheft glory paid, 

And endlefs praife, Amen* 

HYMN LXIX. 
A Funeral nought. 

I. 
ARK ! from the tombs a doleful found ; 
My ears attend the cry, 
*' Ye living men, come view the ground, 
** Where you muft fhortly lie. 
11. 
*• Princes, this clay muft be your bed, 

** In fpite of all your tow'rs ; 
** The tall, the wife, the rev'rend head, 
** Muft lie as low as ours." 
III. 
Great God ! is this our certain doom ? 

And are we ftill fecure ? 
Still walking downwards to our tomb, 
And yet prepare no more ? 

H IV. 



H 



74 



HYMNS. 



IV. 

Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace. 

To fit our fouls to fly ; 
Then, when we drop this dying flefli, 

We'll rile above the fky. 

HYMN LXX. 
Jejus worjhipped hy all the Creation. 

I. 

COME let us join our cheerful fong5?, 
With angels round the throne ; 
Ten thoufand thoufand are their tongues, 
But all their joys are one. 
II.. 
** Worthy the Lamb that dy'd/* they cry, 

*' To be exalted thus :" 
Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, 
For he was flain for us. 
Ill, 
Jefus is worthy to receive 

Honour and powV divine : 
And bleffings more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, for ever thine. 
IV, 
Let all who dwell, above the fky, 

In air, on earth, in feas, 
Confpire to lift thy glories high, 
And fpeak thine endlefs praife. 
V. 
The whole creation join in one, 

To blefs the facred name 
Of Him, who fits upon the throne, 
And to adore the Lamb. 

4^^^ HYMN 



HYMNS. 75 

HYMN LXXI. 
Adoption* 

I. 

BEHOLD what wondVous grace 
The Father has beflow'd, 
On finners of a mortal race, 
To call them fons of God ! 

II. 
'Tis no furprifing thing, 
That we ftiould be unknown ; 
The Jewifh world knew not their king, 
God's everlafting Son, 
III. 
Nor doth it yet appear 
How great we muft be made ; 
But when we fee our Saviour here. 
We fhall be like our head, 

IV. 
A hope fo much divine, 
May trials well endure, 
May purge our fouls from fenfe and fm, 
As Chrift the Lord is pure* 

V. 
If in my Father's love, 
I (hare a filial part, 
Send down thy Sp'irit like a dove. 
To reft upon my heart. 

VI. 
We would no longer lie 
Like flaves beneath the throne ; 
My faith fhall Abba Father cry, 
And thou the kindred own. 

HYMN 



76 HYMNS. 

HYMN LXXIL 

Confidence m God. 

L 

THY dreadful powV, Almighty God, 
Thy works to fpcak confpire ; 
This earth declares thy fame abroad, 
With water, air and fire. 
II. 
At thy command, in glaring ftreaks 

The ruddy light'ning flies ; 
Loud thunder the creation fhakes, 
And rapid tempefts rife. 
III. 
Now gathering glooms obfcure the day, 

And fhed a folemn night ; 
And now the heav'niy engines play, 
And (hoot devouring light. 
IV. 
Th* attending fea thy will performs, 

Waves break around the fhore. 
And tofs, and foam amidft the florms, 
And dafh, and rage, and roar. 
V. 
The earth, and all her trembling hills, 

Thy marching footfleps own ; 
A fhudd'ring fear her entrails fills. 
Her hideous caverns groan. 
VI. 
My God, when terrors thickeft throng 

Through all the mighty fpace. 
And rattling thunders roar along, 
And the fierce light'nings blaze : 

VII. 



HYMNS. ^ 

VIL 
When wild confufion wrecks the air, 

And tempefts rend the (kies, 
Whilft blended ruin, clouds and fire 

In harfh diforder rife. 
VIII. 
Safe in my Saviour's love, Til (land, 

And fir ike a tuneful fong ; 
My harp all-trembling in my hand, 

And all-infpir*d my tongue. 

ix. 

I'll fhout aloud, ** Ye thunders roll, 

** And fhake the fullen iky ; 
*' Your founding voice, from pole to pole, 

" In angry murmurs try. 

** Thou fun ! retire, refufe thy light, 

*' And let th)^ beams decay; 
" Ye Ught'nings flafh along the night, 

** And dart a dreadful day. 
XI. 
'* Let the earth totter on her bafe, 

** Smoke heav'n's wide arch deform ; 
'* Blow all ye winds, from ev'ry place, 

" And rufh the fatal ftormo 
XII. 
" O Jefus, hafte the day when thou 

" Shalt this old world confume ; 
*' Build the new heav'ns, and all below 

** Bid a new Eden bloom. 
XIII. 
*' Come quickly, bleffed hope ! appear^ 

" Bid thy fwift chariot fly : 
*' Let angels tell thy coming near, 

** And waft me to the fky. 

H 2 XIV- 



7S HYMNS. 

XIV. 
" Around thy wheels, in the glad throng, 

" rd bear a joyful part ; 
*' All hallelujah on my tongue, 

" AH rapture in my heart.'* 

HYMN LXXIII. 
^he Eternity and Immenfity of God. 

I. 

HY names, how infinite they be ! 



T 



Great Everlafting One ! 
Bound lefs thy might and majefly, 
And unconfin'd thy throne. 
II. 
Thy throne eternal ages flood, 

E'er feas or ftars were ' maie ; 
Thou art the everliving God, 
Were ail the nations dead. 
III. 
Nature and time quite naked lie, 

To thine immenfe furvey. 
From the formation of the {ky, 
To the great burning day. 
IV. 
Eternity, with all its years 

Stands prefent to thy view% 
To Thee there's nothing old appears, 
Great God, there's nothintr new. 

V. ^ 

Our lives through various fcenes are drawn. 
And vex'd with trifling cares, 

While thine eternal thought moves on 
Thine undifturb'd affairs. 

VI. 



HYMNS. 79 

VI. 

Thine effence is a vaft abyfs, 

Which angels cannot found, 
An ocean of infinities, 

Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 
VII. 
The myftVies of creation lie 

Beneath enlightened minds, 
Thoughts can afcend above the ik)% 

And fly before the winds. 
VIII. 
Reafon may grafp the mafly hills^ 

And ftretch from pole to pole ; 
But half thy name our fpirit fills, 

And overloads our foul. 
IX. 
In vain our haughty reafon fwells, 

For nothing's found in thee, 
But boundlefs inconceiveables. 

And vaft eternity. 

X. 
To Thee, whofe temple is all fpace, 

Whofe altar earth, fea, fkies ! 
One chorus let all beings raife, 

All nature's incenfe rife. 

HYMN LXXIV. 
The Majejiy of God. 

I. 

ETERNAL wifdom, thee we praife, 
Thee the creation fings ; 
With thy loud name, rocks, hills, and feas, 
And heav'n's high palace rings. 

IL 



So HYMNS. 

II. 

Thy hand, how wide it fpread the iky, 

How glorious to behold ! 
Ting'd with a blue ot heavenly dye, 

And ftarr'd with fparkling gold. 
III. 
There thou haft bid the globes of light 

Their endlefs circles run ! 
There the pale planet rules the night, 

And day obeys the fun. 
IV. 
The noify winds ftand ready there, 

Thy orders to obey, 
With founding wings they fweep the air, 

To make thy chariot way. 
V. 
Winds, ye (hall bear his name aloud, 

Through the etherial blue ; 
For, when his chariot is a cloud, 

He makes his wheels of you. 
VI. ' 
There, like a trumpet loud and ftrong, 

Thy thunder (hakes our coaft ; 
While the red lightnings wave along,- 

The banners of thine hoft. 
VII. 
Thunder and hail, and fires and ftorms, 

The troops of his command, 
Appear in all your dreadful forms. 

And fpeak his awful hand. 
VIIL 
Shout to the Lord, ye furging feas, 

In your eternal roar ; 
Let wave to wave refound his praife, 

And fhore reply to fhore, 

IX. 



HYMNS. Si 

IX. 

Whllft monfters fporting on the flood, 

In fcaly filver fhine, 
Speak terribly their mkker God, 

And lafli the foaming brine. 

X. 

But gentler things {hall tune his name, 

To fot'ter notes than thefe. 
Young breezes breathing o'er the ftream, 

Or whifp'ring through the trees. 

XI. 

Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, 

To him who bid you grow. 
Sweet clufters bend the fruitful vines, 

Ou ev'ry thankful bough. 

XIL 
Let the (hrill birds his honour raife, 

And climb the morning fky : 
While grov'ling beafts attempt his praife 

In hoarfer harmony. 

XIII. 

Thus while the meaner creatures fing. 

Ye mortals take the found, 
Echo the glories of your king, 

Through all the nations round. 

XIV. 
Th' eternal name muft fly abroad, 

Where'er the day can flame ; 
And the whole race fliall bow to God, 

That wears the human name. 

^^^^ 

HYMN 



82 HYMNS, 

HYMN LXXV, 

Redemption. 

I. 

FATHER, how wide thy glory flihies ! 
How high thy wonders rife ! 
Known through the earth by thoufand figns, 
By thoufand tlirough tlie fkies, 
II. 

Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy powV, 
Their motions fpeak thy fkill ; 

And on the wings of evVy hour, ♦ 

We read thy patience uill. 

III. 

Part of thy name divinely {lands, 

On all thy creatures writ, 
They fliew the labour of thine hands^ 

Or imprefs of thy feet. 
IV. 

But when we view thy ftrange defign 

To fave rebellious worms, 
Where vengeance and compaflion join, 

In their dlvineft forms ; 
V. 

Our thoughts are loft in reverend awe ; 

We love and we adore ; 
The firft arch-arigel never faw 

So much of God before. 

VI. 

Here the whole Deity is known, 

Nor dares a creature guefs. 
Which of the glories brightefl flione, 

The jultice or the grace. 

VIL 



HYMNS. 83 

VII. 

When finners broke tlie Father's laws. 

The dying Son atones ; 
Oh the deep myftVies of his crofs ! 

The triumph of his groans ! 
VIII. 
For this, while angels bear their part. 

In their immortal fong, 
Wonder and joy fhall tune my heart, 

And love command my tongue. 

HYMN LXXVL 
Divine Counfels. 

I. 

KEEP filence, all created things, 
And wait your Maker's nod ; 
My foul ftands trembling, while ihe fings 
The honours of her God. 
II. 
Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 

Hang on his firm decree : 
He fits on no precarious throne, 
Nor borrows leave to be. 

Th' almighty voice bid ancient night 
Her endlefs realms refign ; 

And lo, ten thoufand globes of light 
In fields of azure fhme. 
IV. 

Now wifdom with fuperior fway 
Guides the vaft moving frame, 

Whilft all the ranks of beings pay- 
Deep rev'rence to his name, 

V. 



^4 HYMNS. 

V. 

He fpake : The fun obedient flood, 

And held the falling day : 
Old Jordan backward drives his flood, 

And difappoints the iea. 
VI. 
Fixt to his throne a volume lies, 

With all the ftates of men, 
With ev'ry angel's form and fize, 

Drawn by th' eternal pen. 
VII. 
His providence unfolds the book. 

And makes his counfels fliine : 
Each opening leaf, and ev'ry ftroke, 

Fulfils fome deep defign, 

Viii. 

Here he exalts neglefted worms 

To fceptres and a crown ; 
Anon the following page he turns, 

And treads the monarch down. 
IX. 
No creature afks the reafon why, 

Nor God the reafon gives ; 
No favourite angel dares to pry 

Between the folded leaves. 
X. 
My God, I would not wifh to fee 

With ever-curious eyes, 
What gloomy lines are writ for me. 

Or what bright fcenes may rife. 
XL 
In thy fair book of life and grace, 

May I but find my name. 
Recorded in fome humble place, 

Beneath my Lord the Lamb. 

^^ii^ HYMN 



M 



HYMNS. 8j 

HYMN LXXVIL 

Death and Eternity. 

I. 

Y thoughts, that often mount the M^Q^^ 



Go, fearch the world beneath, 
Where nature all in ruin lies. 
And owns her fov'reign, death. 
II. 
The tyrant, how he triumphs iiere ! 

His trophies fpread around ! 
And heaps of dull and bones appear 
Through all the hollow ground. 
III. 

Thefe {kulls, what ghaftly figures now ! 

How loathfome to the eyes ! 
Thefe are the heads we lately knew, 

So beauteous and fo wife. 
IV. 
But where the fouls, thofe deathlefs things, 

That left this dying clay ? 
My thoughts, now ftretch out all your wings^ 

And trace eternity. 
V. 
O that unfathomable fea ! 

Thofe deeps without a fliore ! 
Where living waters gently play, 

Or fiery billows roar. 
VI. 
Thus muft we leave the banks of life, 

And try this doubtful fea ; 
Vain are our groans, and dying ftrife, 

To gain a moment's ftay. 

I VII 



86 HYMNS. 

VII. 
Some hearty friend fiiall drop his tear 

On our dry bones, and fay, 
•• Thefe once were Ihong, as mine appear, 

*' And mine muft be as lliey.'* 
VIII. 
Thus fhall our mould'ring members teach, 

What now our fenfes learn : 
For duft and afhes loudefl preach 

Man's infinite concern, 

HYMN LXXVIII. 

Praife for Creation and Providence. 

I. 

Sing th' almighty powV of God, 
That made the mountains rife, 
That fpread the flowing feas abroad, 
And built the lofty Ikies. 

u. 

I fing the wifdom that ordain'd 

The fan to rule the day ; 
The moon fhines full at his command, 

And all the ftars obey. 
III. 
I fmg the goodnefs of the Lord, 

That filTd the earth with food, 
He form'd the creatures with his word, 

And then pronounced them good. 

Lord, how thy wonders are difplay'd^ 

Where-e*er I turn mine eye, 
If I furvey the ground I tread, 

Or gaze upon the fky. 



HYMNS. 87 

V. 

There's not a plant or flow'r below. 

But makes thy glories known ; 
And clouds arife, and tempefts blow 

By orders from thy throne. 
VI. 
Creatures (as numerous as they be) 

Are fubjeft to thy care : 
There's not a place where we can flee. 

But God is prefent there. 
VII. 
In heaven he fhines with beams of love, 

With wrath in hell beneath ; 
*Tis on his earth I Hand or move, 

And His his air I breathe. 
VIII. 
His hand is my perpetual guard, 

He keeps me with his eye ; 
Why fliouid I then forget the Lord, 

Who is for ever nigh ? 

HYMN LXXIXo 
Pratfe to God for our Redemption. 

I. 

BLEST be the wifdom and the pow'r. 
The juftice and the grace, 
That join'd in counfel to reftore. 
And fave our ruin'd race. 
II. 
Our Father eat forbidden fruit, 

And from his glory fell ; 
And we his children thus were brought 
To death, and near to hell. 

III. 



m HYMNS. 

III. 

Bleft be the Lord who fent his Son 

To take our flefh and blood : 
He for our lives gave up his own, 

To make our peace with God. 
IV. 
He honour'd all his Father's laws, 

Which we have difobev'd : 
He bore our fins upon the crofs, 

And our full ranfom paid. 
V. 
Behold him rifing from the grave, 

Behold him rais'd on high ; 
He pleads his merits there to fave 

Tranfgreffors doomed to die. 
VI. 
There on a glorious throne he relgnS, 

And by his pow'r divine, 
Redeems us from the flavifli chains 

Of fatan, and of fin, 
VII. 
Thence fhall the Lord to judgment come, 

And with a fovVeign voice 
Shall call, and break up ev'ry tomb, 

While waking faints rejoice. " 
VIII. 
O ! may I then with joy appear. 

Before the Judge's face, 
And with the bleft afTembly there, 

Sing his redeeming grace. 

HYMN 



HYMN S. 89 

HYMN LXXX. 
7he Excellency of the Bihie. 
I. 

GREAT God, with wonder land with praife, 
On all thy vv^orks I look ; 
But ftill thy wifdom, pow'r and grace, 
Shine brighter in thy book. 

li. 

The flars, that in their courfes roll. 

Have much inftruftion giv'n. 
But thy good word informs my foul, 

How I may climb to heav'n. 

III. 

The fields provide me food, and (hew 

The goodnefs of the Lord ; 
But fruits of life and glory grow 

In thy moft holy word. 
IV. 

Here are my choiceft treafares hid, 

Here my beft comfort lies ; 
Here my defires are fatisfy'd, 

And hence my hopes arife, 
V. 
Lord, make me underhand thy law. 

Show what my faults have been ; 
And from thy gofpel let me draw 

Pardon for all my fin. 
VI. 
Here I would learn how Chrift has dy*d 

To fave my foul from hell : 
Not all the books on earth befide 

Such heav'nly wonders tell. 

I 2 VIL 



90 HYMNS, 

VII. 
Then let me love my Bible more, 

And take a trefti delight, 
By day to read thofe wonders o'er, 

And meditate by night, 

HYMN LXXXI. 
Againjl Pride in Cloatbs. 

I. 

WHY fhould our garments (made to hide 
Our parents fhame) provoke our pride ? 
The art oi drefs did ne'er begin, 
'Till Eve our mother learnt to fin. 

II. 
When firft fhe put her covering on, 
Her robe of innocence was gone : 
And yet her children vainly boaft 
In the fad marks of glory loft. 

III. 
How proud we are ! how fond to fliew 
Our cloaths, and call them rich and new ; 
When the poor fheep and filk-worm wore 
That very cloathing long before. 

The tulip and the butterfly 

Appear in gayer coats than !• 

Let me be dreft fine as I will, 

Flies, worms, and flow'rs exceed me ftilL 

V. 
Then will I fet my heart to find 
Inward adornings of the mind ; 
Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace ; 
Thefe are the robes of richeft drefs. 

VL 



HYMNS. 9€ 

VL 

No more fhall worms with me compare, 
This is the raiment angels wear : 
The Son of God, when here below, 
Put on this bleft apparel too. 

VII. 
It never fades, it ne'er grows old, 
Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould : 
It takes no fpot, but ftill refines ; 
The more 'tis worn, the more it fliines. 

VIII. 
In this on earth may I appear. 
Then go to heav'n, and wear it there : 
God will approve it in his fight ; 
'Tis his own work, and his delight. 

HYMN LXXXII. 
Jejus Chrijl. 
I. 

SAGES of ancient lettered times ! 
In ev'ry age, and difFVent climes, 
For wifdom iam'd among mankind, 
Withdraw your thinly-fcatter'd rays. 
Before the broad o'erpow*ring blaze 
Of the fupreme eternal mind. 
II. 
Mercy's great year, in heav'n inrolPd, 
By feers fucceeding feers foretold, 

Was now with folemn pomp unfcal'd, 
Light of the world, Meffiah came, 
In his almighty Father's name, 
And immortality reveal'd. 

Ill, 



jMI HYMNS. 

III. 

Fill'd with his Father's ftrength he taught ; 
The dumb in rapture fpeak their thought, 

The lame man bounding hke the roe : 
The bUnd look up to heav'n, ftern death 
Refigns its fpoil, and from his breath, 

Fie,rce demons Ihrink to fhades below. 
IV. 
O works of pow'r, O works of love. 
Ethereal embaffage to prove. 

That evVy rifmg doubt controul ; 
Earneft of love and pow'r more ftrong, 
Which to the Son of God belong, 

To heal the miferies of the foul. 
V. 
Great Prophet, Saviour, worthy thou 
That ev'ry knee in homage bow, 

From ev'ry mouth thy praife (hould flow ; 
All thy commands are mild and juft, 
Thy promife faithful to our trull. 

Will pardon, peace, and heav'n beftow. 

HYMN LXXXIII. 

Happy Poverty. 
I. 

YE humble fouls complain no more ; 
Let faith furvey your future ftore : 
How happy, how divinely bleft, 
The facred words of truth attellc 

IL 
When confcious grief laments fmcere, 
And pours the penitential tear ; 
Hope points to your dejefted eyes, 
The bright reverfion in the fkies, 

IIL 



HYMNS. 93 

III. 

In vain the fons oi wealth and pride 
Defpife your lot, your hopes deride ; 
In vain they boaft their little ftores, 
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours, 

IV. 
There (hall your eyes with rapture view 
The glorious friend that dy'd for you ; 
Who dy*d to ranfom, dy'd to raife 
To crowns of joy, and fongs of praife. 

Jefus, to thee I breathe my pray'r : 
Reveal, confirm my int'reft there ! 
Whate'er my humble lot below, 
This, this my foul defires to know. 

VI. 
O let me hear the voice divine, 
Pronounce the glorious bleffing mine ! 
Enrol I'd among the happy poor. 
My large ft wifhes afk no more. 

•^^^ 

HYMN LXXXIV. 
The Power of Faith. 

I. 

AITH adds new charms to earthly blifs. 
And faves m.e from its fnares ; 
Its aid in ev'ry duty brings, 
And foftens all my cares : 
II. 
Extinguifhes the thirft of fin, 
And lights the facred fire 
Of love to God and heav'nly things, 
And feeds the pure defire. 

III. 



F 



94 HYMNS. 

III. 

The wounded confcience knows its power 

The healing bahii to give : 
That balm the faddeft heart can cheer, 
And make the dying live. 
IV. 
Wide it unveils celeftial worlds, 

Where death lefs pleafures reign ; 
And bids me feek my portion there. 
Nor bids me feek in vain. 
V. 
Shews me the precious promife, feal'd 

With the Redeemer\s blood; 
And helps my feeble hope to reft 
Upon a faithful God. 
VI. 
There, there unfhaken would I reft, 

Till this vile body dies : 
And then, on faith's triumphant v/ings, * 
At once to glory rife. 

HYMN LXXXV. 
The Grave fanSiified by Chrifl. 

I. 

WHY do we mourn departing friends, 
Or (hake at death's alarms ? 
Tis but the voice that Jefus fends 
To call them to his arms. 
II. 
Why (houid we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb ? 
There the dear flefh of Jefus lay, 
And left a long perfurne. 

III. 



HYMNS. 



95 



III. 

The graves of all the faints he bleft, 

And fotVned evVy bed : 
Where fhould the dying members reft, 

But with the dying head ? 
IV. 
Thence he arofe and burft the chain, 

To fhew our feet the way 
From (hades, where death and darknefs reign, 

To realms of endlefs day. 
V. 
Then let the laft loud trumpet found. 

And bid his kindred rife ; 
Awake, ye nations under ground. 

Ye faints, afcend the fkies. 

HYMN LXXXVL 

On Providence. 
I. 

LORD, when our raptur'd thought furvey^ 
Creation's beauties o'er, 
Ail nature johis to teach thy praife, 
And bid our fouls adore. 
II. 
Where'er we turn our gazing eyes, 

Thy radiant footfteps Ihine : 
Ten thoufand pleafing wonders rife, 
And fpeak their fource divine. 
III. 
"^he living tribes of countlefs forms, 

In earth, and fea, and air ; 
The meaneft flies, the fmalleft worms^ 
Almighty pow'r declare, 

IV. 



§6 HYMNS. 

IV. 

Thy wifdom, pow'r, and goodnefs, Lord, 

In all thy works appear : 
And O let man thy praife record ; 

Man, thy diftinguifh'd care. 

From thee the breath of life he drew ; 

That breath thy pow'r maintains ; 
Thy tender mercy ever new, 

His brittle frame fuftains. 
VI. 
Yet nobler favours claim his praife, 

Of reafon's light poffefs'd ; 
By revelation's brighteft rays, 

Still more divinely blefs'd, 
VII. 
Thy providence, his conftant guard 

When threat'ning woes impend, 
Or will th' impending dangers ward. 

Or timely fuccours lend. 
VIII. 
On us, that providence has fhone, 

With gentle fmiling rays ; 
O let our lips and lives make known. 

Thy goodnefs, and thy praife. 

HYMN LXXXVII. 
Seafonahle Showers. 

I. 

WITH fongs and honours founding loud, 
Addreis the Lord on high ; 
Over the heavens he fpreads his cloud, 
And waters veil the fky. 

IL 



HYMNS. 97 

II. 

He fends his fiiowers of bleffing down, 

To cheer the plains below ; 
He makes the grafs the mountains crown* 

And corn in vallies grow, 
IIL 
He gives the grazing ox his meat, 

He hears the ravens cry ; 
And man, who taftes his fineft wheat, 

Should raife his honours hiffh, 
IV. ^ 

The changing wind, the flying cloud, 

Obey his mighty word ; 
With fongs and honours founding loud, 

Praife ye the fovereign Lord ! 

HYMN LXXXVIIL 

^he Lord's Prayer. 

I. 

UR Father, high enthron'd above. 
With boundlefs glory crown'd : 
Fountain of light, and life, and love, 
Ten thoufand worlds around. 
II. 
Supremely honoured be thy name, 

By every grateful mind ; 
Whether a pure ethereal flame, 
Or yet in flefh confined, 
III. 
Ereft thine empire, gracious King, 

And fpread its pow'r abroad ; 
Till earth, and all her millions, fing 
The praifes of their God, 

K IV. 



o 



98 HYMNS. 

IV. 

O be thy will on eartli obey'd, 

As 'tis obey'd above ; 
And the profoundeft homage paid, 

With all the joys of love. 

V. 
Each rifing day renews our want. 

That want, O Lord, relieve ! 
And with our food thy blefTing grant. 

By both thy creatures live. 

VI. 

Our debts are (^rown immenfely large, 

But, Lord efface the fcore ! 
As we a brother's debts difcharge. 

And never claim them more. 

VII. 
Into temptation's poifon'd air, 

O never let us ftray ! 
Guard us from evil by thy care, 

Through life's endanger'd way ! 

VIIL 

Thine is the kingdom, Lord, by right 

Unbounded and fupreme ; 
And thine the all-fuilaining might, 

And glory's peerlefs beam. 

IX. 

** Thefe are for ever thine," in fongs 
** Heaven's blifsful myriads cry ; 

** Thefe are for ever thine/' our tongues 
In humbler notes reply. 

HYMN 



HYMNS, 99 

H Y M N LXXXIX. 
Give us this Day our daily Bread. 

I. 

FOUNTAIN of bleffing, ever blefs'd, 
Enriching all, of all poffefs'd ; 
By whom the whole creation's fed, 
Give me, each day, my daily bread, 

IL 
To thee my veiy life I owe. 
From thee do all my comforts flow ; 
And every bleffing which I need, 
Muft from thy bounteous hand proceed, 

III. 
Great things are not what I defire, 
Nor dainty meat, nor rich attire ; 
Content with little would I be, 
That little. Lord, muft come from thee* 

IV. 
While wicked men, with all their ftore. 
Are ever grafping after more ; 
With Agur's wifh Vvci fatisfy'd. 
Nor grudge them all the world befide, 

HYMN XC. 
An Invocation to praife the Lord. 
I. 

YE works of God, on him alone. 
In earth his footftool, lieav'n his throne. 
Be all your praife beftow*d ; 
Whofe hand, the beauteous fabric made, 
Whofe eye, the finifh'd work furvey*d, 
And faw that all was good. 



i-oo HYMNS. 

II. 

Ye angels, who with loud acclaim, 
Admiring view'd the new-born frame, 

And hail'd th' Eternal King ; 
Again, proclaim your Maker's praife, 
Again, your thankful voices raife, 

And facred anthems fine:. 

III. \ 

Ye fons of men, his praife difplay, 
Who ftamp'd his image on your clay, 

And gave it pow'r to move : 
Ye, who in Judah's confines dwell, 
From age to age fucceffive tell, 

The wonders of his love. 
IV, 
And you, your thankful voices join, 
Who oft at Salem's facred fliruie, 

Before his altars kneel : 
Where thron'd in majefty he dwells, 
And from the myftic cloud reveals 

The diftates of Jiis will. 
V. 
Ye fpirlts of the jull and good, 
That, eager for the blefs'd abode. 

To heav'nly manfions foar : 
O let your fongs his praife difplay, 
Till heav'n itfelf fhall melt away, 

And time Ihall be no more. 
VI. 
Praife Him, ye meek and humble train, 
Ye faints, whom his decrees ordain 

The boundlefs blifs to fhare : 
O praife Him, till ye take your way 
To regions of eternal day, 

And reign for ever there. 

4f^-t|^ HYMN 



HYMN S. loi 

HYMN XCI. 
Growing in Grace. 

I. 

PRAISE to thy name, eternal God, 
For all the grace thou fhed'ft abroad ; 
For all thine influence from above, 
To warm our fouls with facred love. 

II. 
Bleft be thy hand, which from the fkies 
Brought down this plant of Paradife, 
And gave its heav'niy glories birth, 
To deck this wildernefs of earth. 

III. 
But why does that celeftial flow'r 
Open, and thrive, and fhine no more : 
Where are its balmy odours fled ? 
And why reclines its beauteous head ? 

IV. 
Too plain alas ! the languor fliows 
Th' unkindly foil in which it grows ; 
Where the black frofts and beating ftorm 
Wither, and rend its tender form. 

V. 
Unchanging fun, thy beams difplay, 
To drive the frofts and ftorms away ; 
Make all thy potent virtues known. 
To cheer a plant fo much thy own. 

VL 
And thou, bleft Spirit, deign to blow 
Frefli ^ales of heav'n on fhrubs below ; 
So fhall they grow, and breathe abroad, 
A fragrance grateful to our God, 

♦^♦^ 
K 2 HYMN 



102 . HYMNS. 

H Y M N XCII. 
The Tear crowned zvith divine Goodnefs. 
I. 

ETERNAL fource of evVy joy ! 
Well may thy praife our lips employ, 
Wiiile in thy temple we appear, 
Whofe goodnefs crowns the circling year. 

II. 

Wide as the wheels of nature roll. 
Thy hand fuppoits the fleady pole : 
The fun is taught by thee to rife, 
And darknefs when to veil the fkies. 

III. 
The flow'ry fpring at thy command 
Embalms the air, and paints the land ; 
The fummer beams with vigour fliine. 
To raife the corn and cheer the vine. 

IV. 
Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
Through all our land redundant flores ; 
And winters, foften'd by thy care, 
No more a face of horror wear. 

V. 
Seafons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
Demand fucceffive fongs of praife ; 
Still be the cheerful homage paid. 
With op'ning light, and evening fhade. 

VL 
Here in thy houfe fhall incenfe rife. 
As circling fabbaths blefs our eyes ; 
Still v/ill we make thv mercies known, 
Around thy board, and round our own. 

VTI. 



HYMNS. 103 

VII. 

O may our more harmonious tongues 
In worlds unknown purfue the fongs ; 
And in thofe brighter courts adore, 
Where days and years revolve no more. 

HYMN XCIII. 
For a Fajl-Day in ^ime of War. 

GREAT God of heav'n and nature rife, 
And hear our loud united cries, 
We humbly bow before thy face, 
T' implore thine aid, to feek thy grace. 

II. 
No arm of flefli we make our truii, 
Nor fword, nor horfe, nor {hips we boaft ; 
Thine is the land, and thine the main, 
And human fkill and force are vain. 

III. 
Our guilt might draw thy vengeance down 
On ev'ry fliore, on ev'ry town ; 
But view us. Lord, with pitying eye, 
And lay th' uplifted thunder by. 

IV. 
Forgive the follies of our times, 
And purge the land from all its crimes \ 
Reform'd and deck*d with grace divine, 
Let rulers, priefts and people fliine. 

V, 
So fhall our God delight to blefs, 
And crown our arms with wide fuccefs ; 
Our foes fhall dread Jehovah's fword. 
While we viftorious, fliout the Lord. 

HYMN 



104 HYMNS. 

HYMN XCIV. 

A Morning Hymn. 
1. 

ONCE more, my foul, the rlfing day 
Salutes tliy waking eyes ; 
Once more, my voice thy tribute pay 
To him who rules the fkies. 
II. 
Night unto night his name repeats, 

The day renews the found, 
Wide as the heav'ns on which he fits. 
To turn the feafons round. 
III. 
'TIs he fupports my mortal frame, 

My tongue Ihall fpeak. his praife ; 
My fins would roufe his wrath to flame, 
And yet his wrath delays. 
IV. 
On us, poor worms, his pow'r might tread. 

And we could ne'er withltand ; 
His juftice might hav^e crulh'd us dead, 
But mercy held his hand. 
V, 
How many thoufand fouls have fled 

Since the laft fetting fun. 
And yet he lengthens out our thread, 
And yet our moments run, 
VI. 
Great God, let all our hours be thine, 

Whilft we enjoy the light ; 
Then fliall our fun in fmiles decline, 
And bring a peaceful night. 

HYMN 



HYMNS. 105 

HYMN XCV. 

^he Book of Nature and of Scripture. 

I. 

BEHOLD the lofty {ky 
Declares its Maker God, 
And all his glorious works on high, 
Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 

n. 

The darknefs and the light, 
Still keep their courfe the fame : 
While night to day, and day to night, 
Divinely teach his name. 

III. 
In ev'ry dlffVent land, 
Their general voice is known : 
They fhew the wonders of his hand, 
And counfels of his throne* 

IV. 
Thou weftern world rejoice, 
Here He reveals his word ; 
We are not left to nature's voice, 
To bid us know the Lord. 

V. 
His ftatutes and commands 
Are fet before our eyes, 
He puts his gofpel in our hands, 
Where our falvation lies, 

VI. 
His laws are juft and pure, 
His truth without deceit. 
His promifes for ever fure, 
And his rewards are great. 



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HYMNS. 



VII. 
While of thy works I fing. 
To fpread thy praife abroad. 
Accept the worlhip and the fong, 
My Saviour and my God. 

HYMN XCVI. 
God exalted above all Praife. 

I. 

ETERNAL Power ! whofe high abode 
Becomes the grandeur ot a God ; 
Infinite! length, beyond the bounds. 
Where ftars revolve their little rounds. 

11. 
The loweft fiep beneath thy feat, 
Rifcs too high for Gabriel's feet ; 
In vain the tall Arch-angel tries 
To reach the height with wondVing eyes. 

III. 
Lord, what fhall earth and afhes do ? 
We would adore our Maker too : 
From fin and dull: to Thee we cry, 
The Great, the Holy, and the High ! 

Earth from afar hath heard thy fame, 
And worms have learn'd to liip thy name ; 
But O, the glories of thy mind. 
Leave all our foarmg thoughts behind, 

God is in heaven, and men below ; 
Be (hort our tunes ; our words be few r 
A facred rev'rence checks our fongs. 
And praife fits filent on our tongues. 

4^h4^ hymn 



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HYMNS. 107 

HYMN XCVII. 

Gratitude. 

I. 

HEN all thy mercies, O my God, 



My rifmg foul furveys ; 
Tranfported with the view, I'm loft 
In wonder, love, and praife : 

O how fhall words with equal warmth 

The gratitude declare, 
That glows within my ravifh'd heart ? 

But thou canft read it there. 

III. 

Thy Providence my life fuftain'd, 

And all my wants redreft, 
When in the filent womb I lay, 

And hung upon the breaft. 

IV. 
To all my weak complaints and cries. 

Thy mercy lent an ear. 
E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 

To form themfelves in pray'r. 

V. 
Unnumber'd comforts to my foul 

Thy tender care beftow'd, 
Before my infant heart conceived 

From whom thofe comforts flow'd. 

VI. 

When in the flippVy paths of youth 

With heedlefs lleps I ran, 
Thine arm unfeen convey'd me fafe, 

And led me up to man, 

VII. 



loS HYMNS, 

VII. 

Through ev'ry period of my life, 

Thy goodnefs I'll purfue ; 
And after death, in dillant worlds. 

The tjlorious theme renew. 
VIII. 
When nature fails, and day and night 

Divide thy works no more ; 
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord, 

Thy mercy fhall adore. 
IX. 
Through all eternity to thee 

A joyful fong lil raife. 
But Oh ! eternity's too fhort 

To utter all thy praife. 

HYMN XCVIII. 
I'he Vanity of mortal Man. 

I. 

TEACH me the meafure of my days, 
Thou Maker of my frame : 
I would furvey lifers narrow fpace. 
And learn how frail I am. 
II. 
Can we in life fecurely truft. 

Or boaft o£ future time ? 
Man is but vanity and duft, 
In all his flow'r and prime. 
III. 
See the vain race of mortals move. 

Like fhadows o'er the plain, 
They rage and ftrive, defire and love, 
But all their noife is vain, 

IV. 



HYMNS. J09 

IV. 

Some walk In honour's gaudy fhew^ 

Some dig for golden ore, 
They toil tor heirs, they know not who, 

And ftrait ar^* feen no more. 
V. 
What fhall I wlfh or feek for then, 

From creatures, earth and duft ? 
They make our expeftations vain, 

And difappoint our truft. 
VI. 
Now we forbid our carnal hope, 

Our fond defires recall : 
We give our mortal intereft up, 

And make our God our all. 

HYMN XCIX. 

thoughts in Sicknefs. 

I. 

WHEN rifing from the bed of death, 
O'erwhelm'd with grief and fear, 
1 fee my Maker face to face, 
O how (hall I appear ! 
'II. 
If yet, while pardon may be found. 

And mercy may be fought, 
My heart with inward horror flirinks, 
And trembles at the thought : 
III. 
When thou, O Lord, flialt ftand difclos'd 

In majefty fevere. 
And fit in judgment on my foul, 
O how fliall I appear ! 

L IV. 



no HYMNS. 

IV. 
But thou haft told the troubled mind, 

Who does her fins lament. 
The timely tribute of her tears 

Shall endlels woe prevent. 
V. 
Then fee the forrow of my heart, 

E*er yet it be too late ; 
And hear my Saviour's dying groans, 

To give thefc forrows weight. 
VI. \ 

For never fhall my foul defpair. 

Her pardon to procure, 
Who knows thy only Son has dy'd, 

To make her pardon fure. 

H Y M N C. 

Reliance upon God. 

I. 

THE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, 
And ieed me with a fiicpherd's care : 
His preience ihall my wants fupply. 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noon -day walks he fhall attend, 
And all my mid-night hours defend. 

II. 

When in the fultry glebe I faint. 
Or on the thirfly mountains pant, 
To fertile vales, and dewy meads. 
My weary wand'ring fleps he leads ; 
Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, 
Am.id the verdant landfcape flow. 

TIL 



HYMNS. Hi 

III. 

Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overfpread, 
My ftedfaft heart fhall fear no ill. 
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill ; 
Thy friendly crook fliall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful fhade. 

IV. 

Though in a bare and rugged way. 
Through devious lonely wilds I ftray. 
Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile : 
The barren wildernels fhall fmile, 
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd, 
And ftreams fhall murmur all around. 

HYMN CI. 

Return from Sea. 

I. 

HOW are thy fervants blefl, O Lord ! 
How fure is their defence ! 
Eternal wifdom is their guide. 
Their help, Omnipotence. 

IL 

Think, O my foul, devoutly think, 

How with aflFrighted eyes, 
Thou faw'fl the wide extended deep 

In all its horrors rife ! 

III. 

Confufion dwelt in ev'ry face, 

And fear in evVy heart ; 
When waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs, 

Overcame the pilot*s art. 

IV. 



Ill H Y M N S. 

IV. 
Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, 

Thy mercy fet me free, 
Whilfl: in the confidence of prayV, 

My foul took hold on Thee. 
V. 
for though in dreadful whirls wc hung, 

High on the hroken wave, 
I knew thou wert not flow to hear, 

Nor impotent to favc. 
VI. 
The ftorm was laid, the winds retir'd, 

Obedient to thy will ; 
The fea that roar'd at thy command, 

At thy command was ftill. 
VII. 
In midft of dangers, fears, and death, 

Thy goodnefs I'll adore, 
And praife thee for thy mercies paft, 

And humbly hope for more. 
VIII. 
Mv life, if thou preferv'fl my life. 

Thy facrifice fhall be, 
And death, if death muft be my doom. 

Shall join my foul to thee. 

HYMN CII. 
Longing for the Prefence of ChriJ}. 

I. 

IN vain the dufky night retires, 
And fullen fhadows fly : 
In vain the morn, with purple light, 
Adorns the eaftern flcy. 



IL 



HYMNS. 113 

11. 

In vain, difpenfing vernal fweets, 

The gentle breezes play ; 
In vain the birds with cheerful longs, 

Salute the new-born day. 
III. 
In vain, unlefs my Saviour's face, 

Thefe gloomy clouds controul, 
And diflipate the fullen {hades, 

That overwhelm my foul. 
IV. 
O ! vifit then thy fervant, Lord, 

With favour from on high : 
Arife, my bright immortal fun ! 

And all thefe fhades Ihall die. 
V. 
When, when fliall we behold thy face^ 

All radiant and fcrene, 
Without thofe envious dufky clouds. 

That make a veil between ? 
VI. 
When (hall that long-expe£led day 

Ot facred vifion be, 
When our impatient fouls ftiall make 

A near approach to Thee ? 

HYMN cm. 
For a "Time of general Sicknefs. 

I. 

DEATH, with his dread commiffion feaPd, 
Now haftens to his arms ; 
In awful ftate he takes the field, 
And founds his dire alarms, 

L 2 IL 



114 HYMNS. 

II. 

Attendant plagues around him fland, 

And wait his dread command ; 
And pains, and dying groans obey 

The fignal of his hand. 
III. 
With cruel force he fcatters round 

His {hafts of deadly powV ; 
While the grave waits its deftin'd prey, 

Impatient to devour. 
IV. 
Look up, ye heirs of endlefs joy, 

Nor let your fears prevail ; 
Eternal liie is your reward, 

When life on earth fliall fail. 
V. 
What though his darts promifcuous hurl'd, 

Deal tatal plagues around, 
And heaps of putrid carcafes 

O'erload the cumber'd ground : 
VI. 
The arrows that fhall wound your flcfh, 

Were giv'n him from above, 
Dipt in the great Redeemer's blood, 

And feathered all with love. 
VII. 
Thefe, with a gentle hand he throws. 

And faints lie gafping too ; 
But heavenly ftrength fupports their fouls, 

And bears them conquVors through. 
VIII. 
Joyful they ftretch their wings abroad, 

And all in triumph rife, 
To the fair palace of their God, 

And manfions in the ikies, 

4f^4f^ HYMN 



HYMNS. 115 

HYMN CIV. 

Love to God. 

I. 

HAPPY the heart where graces reign, 
Where love infpires the bread ; 
Love is the brighteft of the train, 
And quickens all the reft. 
IL 
Knowledge, alas ! *tis all in vain, 

And all in vain our fear : 
Our ftubborn fins will fight and reign. 
If love be abfent there, 

HI. 

'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet 

In fwift obedience move ; 
The Devils know and tremble too. 

But Satan cannot love, 
IV. 
Before we quite forfake our clay. 

Or leave this dark abode, 
The wings of love bear us away. 

To fee our fmiling God. 
V. 
This is the grace that lives and fings. 

When faith and hope fhall ceafe : 
'Tis this fhall ftrike our joyful ftrings, 

In the fweet realms of blifs. 



HYMN CV. 
A Penitential Hymn. 
I. 

THOU facred Pow'r, in heav'n above, 
Eternal and fupreme ! 
iVccept the faint addrefs we make 

To thy adored name. IL 



rf6 H Y M N S> 

II. 

Pierc'd with the deepeft fenfc of guih, 

We bow before thy throne, 
And humbly hope for pard'ning grace, 

Through thy beloved Son. 

O may that grace our hearts incline 

To keep the heav*nly road ! 
Though all the powers on earth combine 

To drive us from our God. 
IV. 
Sinful we are, and oft offend 

Again ft thy juft command. 
And yet protefction ftill we find, 

From thy fupporting hand. 

Th' amazing debt to thee we owe, 

Increafes every day : 
And yet a few relenting tears, 

Is all we can repay. 
VI. 
Thy tender mercies, Lord, beftoWp 

Our many fins remove ; 
And ev'ry ftubborn heart fubdue. 

With thy forgiving love, 

HYMN CVI. 

For a FaJi^Day. 

I. 

WHEN Abr'am full of facred awe, 
Before Jehovah ftood, 
And with a humble fervent prayV, 
For guilty Scdom fu'd. 



HYMNS. ivy 

II. 

With what fuccefs, what wondVous grace. 

Was his petition crown'd ! 
The Lord would fpare, if in the place 

Ten righteous men were found. 

III. 

And could a fingle holy foul 

So rich a boon obtain ? 
Great God, and fhall a nation cry. 

And plead with thee in vain ? 
IV. 
Our country, guilty as fhe is, 

Some faints, we hope, can boa ft, 
And now their fervent pray'rs afcend. 

And can thofe pray'rs be loft ? 

Ar,e not the righteous dear to thee. 

Now, as in ancient times ? 
Or does this finful land exceed 

Gomorrah in its crimes ? 
VI. 
Still are we thine, we bear thy name, 

Here yet is thine abode. 
Long has thy prefence blefs'd our land, 

Forfake us not, O God, 

HYMN CVII. 
'i'be Nativity of Chrift. 

I. 

tfc C HEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes, 

O " And fend your fears away ; 
" News from tlie region of" the fkies, 
" Salvation's born to day. 

II, 



ii8 HYMN S. 

11. 

" Jefus, the King whom angels fear, 

" Comes down to dwell with you : 
" To-day he makes his entrance here, 

" But not as monarchs do. 
III. 
'' No gold, nor purple fwadling bands, 

" Nor royal Ihining things ; 
•' A manger tor his cradle Hands, 

** And holds the King of kings, 
IV. 
*' Go, fliepherds, where the infant lies, 

*' And fee his humble throne ; 
'* With tears of joy in all your eyes, 

" Go, fhepherds, kifs the Son.** 
V. 
Thus Gabriel fang, and ftrait around 

The heav'nly armies throng, 
They tune their harps to lofty found, 

And thus conclude the fonff : 
VI. ^ 
" Glory to God who reigns above, 

*' Let peace furround the earth ; 
^' Mortals fhall know their Maker's love, 

" By their Redeemer's birth/' 

HYMN CVIII. 
57.?^ Toung encouraged to feek and love ChriJI. 

L 

YE hearts with youthful vigor warm. 
In fmiling crowds draw near. 
And turn from ev'ry earthly charm, 
A Saviour's voice to hear. 

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HYMNS. 119 

II. 

He, Lord of all the worlds on high, 

Stoops to converfe with you ; 
And lays his radiant glories by. 

Your friendfhip to purfue. 
III. 
*' The foul that longs to fee my face, 

*' Is fare my love to gain ; 
** And thofe, who early feek my grace, 

" Shall never feek in vain.** 
IV. 
What objeft, Lord, our fouls ffiould move, 

If once compar'd with Thee ? 
What beauty fhould command our love, 

Like what in Chrift we fee ? 
V. 
Awav, ye falfe delufive toys, 

Vain tempters of the mind ! 
Here will we fix our lafting choice, 

For here true blifs we find. 

HYMN CIX. 

A Funeral Hymn. 

I. 

THE God of love will fure indulge 
The flowing tear, the heaving figh, 
When righteous perfons fall around. 
When tender friends and kindred die. 

II. 
Yet not a murmuring thought fhall e'er 
With thefe our mourning paffions blend ; 
Nor would our bleeding hearts forget 
Th* Almighty ever-livinff Friend. 



I20 H Y M N S. 

III. 

Beneath a numVous train of ills, 
Our feeble flelli and heart may fall ; 
Yet fhall our hope in thee, our God, 
O'er ev*ry gloomy fear prevail. 

Parent and hufband, guard and guide, 
Thou art each tender name in one ; 
On thee we caft our ev'ry care, 
And comfort feek from thee alone. 

V. 
Our Father God, thee have we chofe, 
Our rock, our portion, and our friend, 
And on thy cov'nant love and truth, 
Our finking fouls fhall ftill depend. 

HYMN ex. 

At the Funeral of a young Per/on^ 

I. 

HEN blooming Youth is fnatch'd away 



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By death's refiftlefs hand, 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
Which pity muft demand. 
II. 
While pity prompts the rifing figh, 

O may this truth, impreft 
With awful pow'r — I too muft die- 
Sink deep in ev'ry breaft. 
III. 
Let this vain world engage no more ; 

Behold the gaping tomb ! 
It bids us feize the prefent hour, 
To-morrov/ death may come. 

IV. 



HYMNS. 121 

IV. 
The voice of this alarming fcene. 

May evVy heart obey, 
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain. 

Which calls to watch and pray. 

O let us fly, to Jefus fly, 

Whofe pow'rtul arm can fave ; 
Then fliall om' hopes afcend on high. 

And triumph o'er the grave. 
VI. 
Great God ! thy fov'reign grace impart, 

With cleanfmg healing powV ; 
This only can prepare the heart 

For death's important hour. 

HYMN CXI. 

Traife for National Peace. 

I. 

GREAT Ruler of the earth and Ikies, 
A word of thy almighty breath. 
Can fmk the world or bid it rife : 
Thy fmile is life, thy frown is death. 

II. 
When angry nations rufli to arms, 
And rage and noife, and tumult reign, 
And war refounds its dire alarms. 
And flaughter fpreads the hoftile plain ; 

Thy fov'reign eye looks calmly down, 

And marks their courfe, and bounds their powV ; 

Thy word the angry nations own, 

And noife and war are heard no more. 

M IV. 



122 HYMNS. 

IV, 
Then peace returns with balmy wing, 
(Sweet peace ! with her what bleflings fled !) 
Glad plenty laughs, the vallies fing, 
Reviving commerce lifts her head. 

^ V. _ 

Thou good, and wife, and righteous Lord, 
All move fubfervient to thy will ; 
And peace and war await thy word, 
And thy fublime decrees fulfil. 

VI. 
To thee we pay our grateful fongs, 
Thy kind proteflion ftil! implore : 
O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues, 
Confefs thy goodnefs and adore. 

HYMN CXII. 
Reftgnation. 

I. 

WEARY of thefe low fcenes of night. 
My fainting heart grows fick of time, 
Sighs for the dawn of fweet delight, 
Sighs for a diftant, happier clime ! 

Ah why that figh ? — peace, coward heart, 
And learn to bear thy lot of woe : 
Look round — how eafy is thy part, 
To what thy fellow-fuffVers know. 

IIL 
Are not the forrows of the mind 
Entail'd on evV/ mortal biith ? 
Convinc'd, haft thou not long refign'd 
The flatt'rinty hope of blifs on earth ? 



HYMNS. 123 

IV. 

*Tis juft, Vis right ; thus he ordains, 
Who iorm*d this animated clod ; 
That needful cares, inflruftlve pains, 
May bring the reftlefs heart to God. 

V. 

In him, my foul, behold thy reft, 
Nor hope for blifs below the fky : 
Come Refignation to my breaft. 
And filence ev'rv plaintive figh. 
VI. 

Come Faith and Hope, celeftial pair ! 
Calm Refignation waits on you ; 
Beyond thefe gloomy fcenes of care, 
Point out a foul-reviving view. 

VII. 

Parent of good, 'tis thine to give 
Thefe cheerful graces to the mind : 
Smile on my foul, and bid me live 
Defiring, hoping, yet refign'd ! 

HYMN CXIII, 

The Birth of Chrijl. 
I. 

ARISE, and hail the happy day ; 
Caft all low cares of life away, 
And thought of meaner things : 
This day to cure our deadly woes. 
The fun of righteoufnefs arofe, 
With healing in his wings. 

IL 



iH H Y M N S. 

II. 

If Angels on that happy morn, 
The Saviour of the v/orld was born, 

Pour'd forth their joyful fongs ; 
Much more fhould we oi^ human race, 
Adoie the wonders of his grace, 

To whom that grace belongs. 
III. 

O then let heav'n and earth rejoice, 
Let evVy creature join his voice, 

To hymn the happy day ; 
When Satan's empire vanquilh'd fell, 
And all the powVs of death and hell, 

Confefs'd his fovVeign fway. 

HYMN CXIV. 
^he Sufferings of Chriji. 

I. 

NOW let our pains be all forgot, 
Our hearts no more repine ; 
Our fuff'rings are not worth a thought, 
When, Lord, compar'd to thine. 
TL 
In lively figures here we fee, 

The bleeding prince of love ; 
Each of us hope he dy'd tor me, 
And then our ^rieis remove. 

_ III. 

Grace, wifdom, juftice, join'd and wrought 

The wonders of that day : 
No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought, 

Can equal thanks repay. 

IV. 



HYMNS. 125. 

IV. 
Our fongs fliould found like thofe above, 

Could we our voices raife ; 
Yet, Lord, our hearts fhall all be love, 

And all our lives be praife. 

HYMN CXV. 
Chrijl's Regard to little Children. 

I. 

SEE Ifrael's gentle fhepherd ftand 
With all -engaging charms ; 
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, 
And folds them in his arms. 

II. 
Permit them to approach, he cries, 
" Nor fcorn their humble name ; 
*' For 'twas to blefs fuch fouls as thefe, 
** The Lord of angels came.'* 

in. 

We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 

And yield them up to thee : 
Joyful, that we ourfelves are thine, 

Thine let our offspring be. 
IV. 
Ye little flock, with pleafure hear : 

Ye children, feek his face ; 
And fly with tranfport to receive 

The bleffings of his grace. 

If orphans they are left behind. 
Thy guardian care we truft : 
That care fiiall heal cur bleeding hearts. 
If weeping o'er their duft. 

4^-8^^ HYMN 

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126 HYMNS. 

HYMN CXVI. 
^he Priejihood of Chrift and Aaron 

compared. 

I. 

JESUS, in thee our eyes behold 
A thoufand glories more, 
1 han fparkled in the gems and gold, 
The fons of Aaron wore. 
11. 
They firft their own burnt offerings brought 

To purge themfelves from fin ; 
Thy life was pure without a fpot, 
And all thy nature clean. 
HI. 
Once in the circuit of a year, 

With blood, but not his own, 
Aaron within the veil appears, 
Before the golden throne. 
IV. 
But Chrift by his own powVful blood, 

Afcends above the fkies, 
And in the prefence of our God, 
Shews his own facrifice. 
V. 
Jefus, the king of glory reigns, 

On Sion's heav'nly hill, 
Looks like a Lamb that once was flain, 
And wears his priefthood ftill. 
VI. 
He ever lives to intercede 
Before his Father's face : 
Give him, my foul, thy caufe to plead, 
Nor doubt the Father's grace. 

HYMN 



HYMNS. 127 

HYMN CXVII. 
^he PerfeSiion of Scripture. 

I. 

LET all the heathen writers join, 
To form one perfeft book ; 
Great God, if once compar'd to thine, 
How mean the work would look ! 
II. 
Not the moft perfeft rules thejr gave, 

Could fhew one fin forgiv'n. 
Nor lead a ftep beyond the grave : 
But thine conduft to heaven. 
III. 
Thy precepts may we then furvey, 

And keep thy laws in fight, 
Through all the bufinefs of the day. 
To form our aftions right, 
IV. 
Great is their peace who love thy law : 

How firm their fouls abide ! 
Nor can a bold temptation draw 
Their fteady feet afide. 
V. 
Thy word is like a heavenly light. 

That guides them all the day ; 
And through the dangers of the night, 
A lamp to lead their way. 
VI. 
Thy word is everlafting truth, 

How pure is every page ! 
That holy book fhall guide our youth. 
And well fupport our age, 

••^♦^ 

HYMN 



128 HYMNS. 

HYMN CXVIII. 

^he Angel's Reply to the Women who fought 

Chrijl on the Morning of his Refur region. 

I. 

YE humble fouls, that feek the Lord, 
Chafe all your tears away ; 
And bow with pleafure down to fee 
The place w^here Jefus lay. 

Thus low the Lord of life was brought ; 

Such wonders love can do ; 
Thus cold in death that bofom lay, 

Which throbb'd and bled for you. 
IIL 
A moment give a loofe to grief, 

Let grateful forrows rife, 
And wafh the bloody ftains away, 

With torrents from your eyes. 
IV. 
Then dry your tears, and tune your fongs, 

The Saviour lives again ; 
Not all the bolts and bars of death 

The conqueror could detain. 
^ V. 
High o'er th' angelic bands he rears 

His once diflionour'd head ; 
And through unnumbered years he reigns, 

Who dwelt amongft the dead. 

Vi, 

With joy like his fliall ev'ry faint 

His empty tomb furvey ; 
Then rife, with nis afcending Lord, 

To realms of endlefs day, 

4^^ HYMN 



HYMNS. 129 

HYMN CXIX. 
Affli^ions and Death under Providence^ 

I. 

NOT from the duft affliftlon grows. 
Nor troubles rife by chance ; 
Yet we are born to cares and woes, 
A fad inheritance ! 

II. 
As fparks break out from burning coals. 

And ftill are upwards borne ; 
So grief is rooted in our fouls, 
And man grows up to mourn : 
IIL 
Yet with my God I leave my caufe, 

And truft his promised grace ; 
He rules me by his well-known laws 
Of love and righteoufndfs. 
IV. 
Not all the pains that e'er I bore 

Shall fpoil my future peace ; 
For death and hell can do no more, 
Than thou my Father pleafe. 

HYMN CXX. 

Touth and Judgment. 

LO the young tribes of Adam rife, 
And through all nature rove, 
Fulfil the wifhes of their eyes, 
And tafte the joys they love. 

They give a loofe to wild defires ; 

But let the fmners know 
The ftrift account that God requires. 

Of all the works they do. IIL 



130 HYMNS. 

III. 

The Judge prepares his tlirone on high. 

The frighted earth and feas. 
Avoid the iury of his eye, 

And flee before his face, 
IV. 
How (hall I bear that dreadful day, 

And ftand the fiery teft ? 
I give all mortal joys away 

To be for ever blell. 

HYMN CXXI. 

The Law and Go/pel dijlinguijhed. 

I. 

THE Law commands, and makes us know, 
What duties to our God we owe ; 
But 'tis the Gofpel muft reveal 
Where lies our ftrength to do his will. 

'll. 
The law difcovers guilt and fin, 
And fhews how vile our hearts have been ; 
Only the gofpel can exprefs 
forgiving love, and cleanfing grace. 

What curfes doth the law denounce 
Againft the man who fails but once ? 
But in the gofpel Chrift appears, 
Pard'ning the guilt of num'rous years, 

IV. 
My foul, no more attempt to draw 
Thy life and comfort from the law ; 
Fly to the hope the gofpel gives : 
Since he who trufts the promife, lives. 

4^-tf^ HYMN 



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HYMNS. 131 

HYMN CXXII. 
Retirement and Meditation. 

I. 

Y God, permit me not to be 



A ftranger to myfelf and thee ; 
Amidft a thoufand thoughts I rove, 
Forgetful of my higheft love. 

IL 
Why fhould my paffions mix with earth, 
And thus debafe my heav'niy birth ? 
Why fhould I cleave to things below. 
And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 

III. 
Call me away from flefh and fenfe, 
Thy pow'rful word can draw me thence ; 
I would obey the voice divine, 
And all inferior joys refign. 

IV. 
Be earth, with all her fcenes, withdrawn ; 
Let noife and vanity be gone : 
In fecret filence of the mind. 
My heav'n, and there my God, I find. 

H Y M N CXXIII. 
The Death of Chrijl. 
I. 
5^T^WAS on that dark, and doleful night, 

X When pow'rs of earth and hell arofc, 
Againft Meffiah, God's delight. 
And friends betray'd him to his foes : 

II. 



IJ2 HYMNS. 

11. 

Before the mournful fcene began, 
He took the bread and broke and blefs'd : 
What love through all his aftions ran ! 
What wondVous grace his words exprefs'd. 

III. 
*' This is my body, broke for fin, 
" Receive and eat the living food ;" 
Then took the cup and blefs'd the wine ; 
*' 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood. 

IV. 
*' Do this, (he cry'd) 'till time fhall end, 
*' In mem'ry of your dying friend, 
** Meet at my table and record, 
" The love oi your departed Lord.** 

HYMN CXXIV. 
Chrijlian hove. 

I. 

LET party names no more, 
The Chriflian world o'erfpread ; 
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 
Are one in Chrift their head. 

IL 
Among the faints on earth. 
Let mutual love be found ; 
Heirs of the fame inheritance. 
With mutual bleflings crown'd. 

III. 
Let envy, and ill-will. 
Be banifh'd far away ; 
Thofe fhould in ftrifteft friendfhip dwell, 
Who the fame Lord obey. 

IV. 



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HYMNS. 133 

IV. 

Thus will the church below, 
Refemble that above, 
Where ftreams of pleafure ever flow, 
And every heart is love. 

H Y M N CXXV. 

^0 Jefus Chriji the Eternal Life. 

I. 
HERE fliall the tribes of Adam find 
The fov'reign good to fill the mind ? 
Ye ions of moral wifdom fhow 
The fpring whence living waters flow. 

Say wdll the Stoick's flinty heart 
Melt, and this cordial juice impart ? 
Could Plato find thefe blifsful flreams. 
Among his raptures and his dreams ? 

III. 

In vain I afk ; for nature's pow'r 
Extends but to this mortal hour : 
'Twas but a poor relief ihe gave 
Again fl the terrors of the grave. 

Jefus, our kinfman, and our Lord, 
Array'd in majefly and blood, 
Thou art our life ; our fouls in thee, 
Poffefs a full felicity. 

V. 

All our immortal hopes are laid 
In Thee, our furety and our head ; 
Thy crofs, thy cradle, and thy throne, 
Are biff with glories yet unknown* 

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HYMNS. 



VI. 
Let Atheifts fcofF and Jews blafpheme, 
Th' eternal life and Jefus' name ; 
A word of his almighty breath, 
Dooms the rebellious world to death. 

VII. 
But let my foul forever lie 
Beneath the bleffings of thine eye ; 
'Tis heav'n on earth, 'tis heav'n above, 
To fee thy face, to tafte thy love. 

H Y M N CXXVI. 

^he Wifdctn of God in his Works. 

I. 

HOW moll exaft is nature's frame ! 
How wife th' Eternal Mind, 
His counfels never change the fcheme, 
That his firfl thoughts defign'd. 
'll. 
How great the works his hands have wrought, 

How glorious in our fight ! 
And men in ev'ry age have fought 
His wonders with delicrht, 

III." 

When he redeemed his chofen fons, 

He fix'd his covenant fure : 
The orders that his lips. pronounce, 

To endlefs years endure. 
IV. 
Nature and time, and earth and fkies, 

Thy heav'nly fkill proclaim : 
What fnall we do to make us wife, 

But learn to read thy name ? 

V, 



HYMNS. 135 

V. 
To tear thy powV, to truft thy grace. 

Is our divhieft (kill : 
And he's the wife ft of our race. 

Who be ft obeys thy will. 

HYMN CXXVIL 
Mercy and ^ruth met together. 

I. 

WHEN firft the God of boundlefs grace 
Difclos'd his kind defign. 
To refcue our apoftate race 
From mifery, fhame and fin. 
II. 
Quick through the realms of light and blifs, 

The joyful tidings ran, 
Each heart exulted at the news, 
That God would dwell with man, 
III. 
Yet 'midft their joys they paus'd a while. 

And afk'd with ftrange furprlfe, 
" But how can injur'd juftice fmile, 
** Or look with pitying eyes ? 

" Will the Almighty deign again, 

** To vifit yonder world ; 
*' And hither bring rebellious men, 

" Whence rebels once were hurl'd ? 
V. 
*' Their tears, and groans, and deep diftrefs, 

" Aloud for mercy call : 
*' But ah ! muft truth and righteoufnefs 

** Viftims to mercy fall ? " 

VI. 



J36 H Y M N S* 

VI. 

So fpake the friends of God and man. 

Delighted, yet furpris'd, 
Eager to kno^v the wondVous plan, 

That wifdom had devis'd. 
VII. 
The Son of God attentive heard, 

And quickly thus reply'd, 
** In me let mercy be rever'd, 

'' And juftice fatisfy'd. 

viii. 

** Behold ! my vital blood I pour, 

*' A facrifice to God ; 
*' Juftice divine will now no more 

*' Demand the finner's blood.** 
IX. 
He fpake, and heaven's high arches rung ; 

Praife, ev'ry tongue employs, 
** He dy'd,'* the friendly Angels fung, 

Nor ceafe their rapturous joys. 

HYMN CXXVIII. 

Hope in Dijirefs. 

I. 

WITH reftlefs agitations toft, 
And low immers'd in woes, 
When fhdll my wild diftemper'd thoughts 
Regain their loft repofe ! 
II. 
Beneath the deep oppreffive gloom. 

My languid fpirits fade ; 
And all the drooping pow'rs of life, 
Decline to death's cold {hade, 

III. 



H Y M N S^ 137 

III. 

O thou ! the wretched's fure retreat, 

Thefe tort'ring cares controul. 
And with the cheerful fmile of peace. 

Revive my fainting foul ! 
IV. 
Did ever thy relenting ear 

The humble plea difdain ? 
Or when did plaintive mis'ry figh. 

Or fupplicate in vain. 

Oppreft with grief and fliame, diffolv'd 

In penitential tears, 
Thy goodnefs calms our reftlefs doubts. 

And difTipates our fears. 
VI. 
New life from thy refrefhing grace. 

Our fmking hearts receive ; 
Thy gentle, be ft lov'd attribute^ 

To pity and forgive, 
VII. 
From that bleft fource, propitious hope 

Appears ferenely bright. 
And {beds her foft diffufive beam 

O'er forrow's difmal night. 
VIII. 
Difpers'd by her fuperior force, 

The fullen fliades retire ; 
And opening gleams of new-born joy 

The confcious foul infpire. 
IX. 
My griefs confefs her vital powV, 

And blefs the friendly ray, 
That ufliers in the fmiling morn 

Of everlafting day. 

N 2 HYMN 



ijS HYMNS. 

HYMN CXXIX. 

^he Necejfity of renewing Grace. 

I. 

HOW helplefs, guilty nature lies, 
Unconfcious of its load ! 
The heart unchang'd can never rife 
To happinefs arid God. 
II. 
The will perverfe, the paflTions blind ; 

In paths of ruin flray : • 
Reafon debas'd can never find 
The fafe, the narrow way. 
III. 
Can ought beneath a pow'r divine 

The ftubborn will fubdue ? 
'Tis thine, almighty Saviour, thine 
To form the heart anew. 
IV. 
*Tis thine the paflions to recall. 

And upwards bid them rife ; 
And make the fcales of error fall 
From reafon's darkened eyes, 
V. 
To chafe the fhades of death away. 

And bid the finner live ! 
A beam of heaven, a vital ray 
'Tis thine alone to give. 
VI. 
O change thefe wretched hearts of ours. 

And give them life divine ! 
Then fhall our paflions and our pow'rs. 
Almighty Lord, be thine. 

HYMN 



HYMNS. 139 

HYMN CXXX. 

The Great Phyfician. 

I. 

YE mourning finners, here difclofe 
Your deep complaints, your various woes ; 
Approach, 'tis Jefus, he can heal 
The pains which mourning finners feel. 

II. 
To eyes long clos'd in mental night, 
Strangers to all the joys of light. 
His word imparts a blifsful ray ; 
Sweet morning of celeftial day ! 

III. 
Ye helplefs lame, lift up your eyes. 
The Lord, the Saviour, bids you rife ; 
New life and Ilrength his voice conveys, 
And plaintive groans are changed for praife. 

IV. 
Nor fhall the leper, hopelefs lie 
Beneath the great Phyfician's eye ; 
Sin's deepeft pow'r his word controuls, 
That fatal leprofy of fouls. 

V. 
That hand divine which can aflTuage 
The burning fever's refllefs rage ; 
That hand omnipotent and kind. 
Can cool the fever of the mind. 

VI. 
When freezing palfy chills the veins. 
And pale, cold death, already reigns. 
He fpeaks ; the vital pow'rs revive ; 
He fpeaks, and dying fmners live. 

VIL 



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140 HYMNS. 

VII. 

Dear Lord, we wait thy healing hand ; 
Difeafes fly at thy command ; 
O let thy fovereign touch impart 
Life, ftrength, and health to evVy hearto 

HYMN CXXXI. 

Praife to the Creator. 

I. 
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations bow with facred joy ; 
Know that the Lord is God alone, 
He can create, and he deflroy. 

II. 
His fovereign pow*r, without our aid, 
Made us oi clay, and form'd us men ; 
And when like wandering fheep we ftray'd, 
He brought us to his fold again, 

III. 
We are his people, we his care. 
Our fouls, and all our mortal frame ; 
What lafting honours fhall we rear 
Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 

IV. 
Wide as the world is thy command, 
Vaft as eternity thy love ! 
Firm as a rock thy truth fhall fland, 
When rolling years fhall ceafe to move. 

We'll croud thy gates with thankful fongs. 
High as the heav'ns our voices raife ; 
And earth, with her ten thoufand tongues, 
Shall fill thy courts with founding praife. 

♦^^ HYMN 



HYMNS. I4f 

HYMN CXXXIL 

No Rejl on Earth. 
I. 

MAN has a foul of vaft defires, 
He burns within with reftlefs fires : 
Toft to and fro, his pafTions fly, 
Through all the fcenes below the fky. 

II. 

In vain on earth we hope to find 
Some folid good to fill the mind : 
We try new pleafures, but we feel 
The inward thirft and torment Itill. 

III. 

So when a raging fever burns, 

We fhift from fide to fide by turns ; 

And 'tis a poor relief we gain, 

To change the place, but keep the pain. 

Great God, fubdue this vicious thirft, 
This love to vanity and duft ; 
Cure the vile fever of the mind, 
And feed our fouls with joys refin'd. 

HYMN CXXXIII. 
A Pro/pea of the Refurre5iion. 
I. 

HOW long fliall Death the tyrant reign, 
And triumph o'er the juft, 
While the rich blood of martyrs flain 
Lies mingled with the duft. 

II, 



142 HYMNS. 

II. 

Lo, I behold the fcatter'd fhades, 

The dawn of heav'n appears, 
The fweet immortal morning fpreads 

Its blufhes round the fpheres. 

III. 

1 fre the Lord of glory come, 

And flaming guards around ; 
The fkies divide to make him room, 

The trumpet fhakes the ground. 

IV. 

I hear the voice, '* Ye dead arife ! " 

And lo the graves obey, 
And waking faints with joyful eyes^ 

Salute th' expefted day. 

V. 
They leave the duft, and on the wing 

Rife to the mid-way air : 
In fhining garments meet their King, 
And low adore him there. 
VI. 

O may our humble fpirits (land 
Amongft them cloath'd in white ! 

The meaneft place at his right hand, 
Is infinite delight. 

VII. 

How will our joy and wonder rife, 

When our returning King, 
Shall bear us homeward through the fkies, 

On love's triumphant wing ! 

HYMN 



B 



HYMNS. 143 

HYMN CXXXIV. 

Chrijl our Example. 

I. 

LESS'D Jesus, how divinely bright ! 
In thee each heav'nly virtue fhone, 
When for our fakes incarnate here. 
How juftly ftird the ** Holy One." 

II. 

With what a ftrong and vivid flame, 
Did thy devotion ever rife ? 
While each revolving day and night, 
Witnefs'd thy vifits to the Ikies. 

III. 

The guiltlefs fpirit, and the mind, 
From pride, from paflion ever free. 
Patient, and juft, and pure, and kind, 
Are faint descriptions. Lord of thee. 

IV. 

Fain would I wear thy lovely form, 
And in each facred virtue fhine ; 
Oh ! may thy fpirit on my foul, 
Deep trace the portraiture divine ! 

V. 

Thou blelTed fun, with quick'ning rays^ 
Pervade this cold and flinty ^breaft ; 
Kindle up life through all my pow'rs, 
And be my guide to endlefs reft» 

VI. 

Yes, dear Redeemer, let thy love, 
And power, thefe facred gifts impart ; 
I'll tune to thee the fong of praife, 
With glowing gratitude of heart, 

VII, 



144 H Y M N S. 

VII. 
The lift'iilng earth fliall learn thy name, 
Approve, and echo to mv lay ; 
Angels and faints prolong the theme 
With joy, through one eternal day. 

HYMN CXXXV. 

Entbujiafm and Superjlition. 

I. 

JESUS — the friend ot mail — has giv'n 
His Gofpel, as our guide to heav'n ! 
Its aids and comforts how divine ! 
How bright its facred precepts fhine. 

Reafon and trutli in ev'r)- page, 
Shed light and knowledge o\\ the age : 
But wild enthu flails meet no trace 
Of tenets, which their creed difgrace. 

III. 
Their dreams of heav'n's peculiar love, 
Their boafted vifions from above, 
A heated fancv mav produce, 
But are the gofpel's ja^reat abufe. 

iv. 

No bigot-zeal can find pretence 

In dortrincs fairly drawn from hence— 

No gloomy fuperflitious mind. 

In error's mazes loll and blind ; 

V. 
Can e'er its facred diftates plead 
To juftify the frantic deed. — 
Bright and ferene — true virtue's rays, 
But feldom kindle into blaze. 

VI. 



HYMNS. 145 

VI. 

Grant, gracious God, that we may find 
A cheerful, cairn, enlightened mind; 
Wiiilc truth divine fhall point the way 
To realms ot cverlalling day. 

HYMN CXXXVI. 

Self -Examination. 
I. 

WHAT flrange perplexities arife ? 
What anxious fears and jealoufies ? 
Wliat crouds, in doubtful light appear ? 
How few, alas, approved and clear ! 

11. 

And what am I ? — My foul, awake, 
And an impartial furvey take : 
Does no dark fign, no ground of fear. 
In pradlice or in heart appear ? 

III. 

What image does my fpirit bear ? 
Is Jefus form'd, and living there ? 
Say, do his lineaments divine. 
In thought, and word, and afllon fhine ? 

IV. 
Searcher of hearts, O fearch me ftlll ; 
The fecrets of my foul reveal. 
My fears remove ; let me appear 
To God — and my own confcience clear. 

V. 

Scatter the clouds, that o'er my head, 
Thick glooms of dubious terrors fpread ; 
Lead me into celeftial day. 
And, to myfelf, myfelf difplay. 

O VI, 



X46 HYMNS. 

VL 

May I at that blefs'd world arrive, 
Where Chrift through all my foul (hall live. 
And give full proof that he is there, 
Without one gloomy doubt or fear. 

HYMN CXXXVII. 

Stor?n and thunder. 

I. 

LET coward guilt, with pallid fear. 
To fliehVing caverns fly, 
And juftly dread the vengeful fate. 
That thunders through the flcy. 
II. 
Prote£led by that hand whofe law 

The threat'ning ftorms obey, 
Intrepid virtue fmiles fecure, 
As in the blaze of day. 
III. 
In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom, 

The lightning's difm.al glare, 
It views the fame all-gracious pow'r. 
That breathes the vernal air. 
IV. 
Through nature's ever varying fcene, 

By "^diff 'rent ways purfu'd ; ^ 
The one eternal end of Heav'n 
Is univerfal good. 

With like beneficent effeft, 

O'er flaming eether glows,^ 
As when it tunes the linnet's voice, 

Or blulhes in the rofe. 



VL 



HYMNS. 147 

VI. 

By reafon taught to fcorn thofe fears, 

That vulgar minds moleft, 
Let no tantaftic terrors break 

The pious chriftian's reft, 
VII. 
When through creation's vaft expanfe. 

The laft dread thunders roll, 
Untune the concord of the fpheres, 

And {hake the rifing foul. 
VIIL 
Unmov'd, may we the final ftorm 

Of jarring worlds furvey, 
That ufhers in the glad ferene 

Of everlafting day ? 

HYMN CXXXVIII. 

MofeSy Aaroriy and Jefus^ 

I. 
^^ I ^IS not the Law of ten commands 

X On holy Sinai giv'n, 
Or fent to men by Mofes' hands, 

Can bring; us fafe to heav'n. 

II. 

'Tis not the blood which Aaron fpilt, 

Nor fmoak of fweeteft fmell, 
Can buy a pardon for our guilt. 

Or fave our fouls from hell. 

m. 

Aaron the Prieft refigns his breath, 

At God's immediate will ; 
And in the defert yields to death. 

Upon th' apnointed hill. 

IV. 



148 HYMN S. 

IV. 

And tlius, on Jordan's yonder fide 

The tribes of Ifr'el (land, 
While Mofes bow'd his head and dy'd. 

Short of the promised land. 
V. 
My foul rejoice, now Jefus leads, 

He'll bring the v/orld to reft ; 
So far the Saviour's name exceeds 

The Ruler and the Prieft. 

HYMN CXXXIX. 
Profperity. 

L 

RICHES in copious ftreams, 
From every quarter flow : 
Not one of all my fertile fchemes 
Feels an abortive throe. 

II. 
My freighted veffels fail 
A length of ocean o'er ; 
And bring me with a fpeeding gale. 
New wealth from ev'ry {hore. 

III. 
My foul, thy warm defires 
Indulge in all delight. 
Seize whatfoe'er thy fancy fires, 
Or ravifhes thy fight. 
IV. 
Roll in the gilded car, 
The rural palace rear : 
There ev'ry gate, and opening, bar 
To charity and fear. 



V. 



HYMNS. 149 

V. 

Bid luxury employ 

Her (kill, thy tafte to pleafe. 
Call thy rich triends to fhare the joy. 

And fwim in mirth and eafe. 
VI. 

To-day, in jocund bowls 

Drown, drown forecafting thought : 

The morrow leave to gloomy fouls. 

Who dread they know not what. 
VII. 

Thou fool, thy foul this eve 

Stern fummons Ihall demand. 
Whofe name fhall then thy houfe receive ? 

For whom thy coffers Hand ? 

HYMN CXL. 

Envy. 

I. 

MALIGNANT envy, come not near. 
Some wretch of infamy torment. 
Come not, to trouble my repofe, 
Thou fpawn of pride and difcontent. 
II. 
Go, move the tempter to deftroy 

Some w^orld oi innocence again. 
Go, and another Abel find. 
To perilh by another Cain. 
III. 
Or fome hard-hearted brethren mould, 

A Jofeph*s favourite life to fell. 
Or fome delicious vineyard eye. 
And in a fecond Ahab dwell. 

O 2 IV. 



ISO HYMNS. 

IV. 
Yea, could the Son of God again 

Appear in fervile torm below ; 
Inflame malevolence, once more 

To ftrike the crucifying blow. 

Not blackeft night, and brighteft noon, 

Are with each other more at ftrife, 
O Jefus, than the envious mind 

Is with thy gofpel and thy life, 
VI. 
May I too humble be for pride, 

Too felf -contented to repine : 
And too benevolent, to wifh 

My neighbour's bleffings iefs than mine. 

HYMN CXLI. 

Family Religion. 

I. 

FATHER of all, thy care we blefs, 
Which crowns our families with peace ; 
From Thee they fpring, and by thy hand, 
They have been, and are ftill fuftain'd. 

II. 
To God, moft worthy to be prais'd, 
Be our domeftic altars rals'd ; 
Who, Lord of heav'n, fcorns not to dwell 
With faints in their obfcureft cell. 

III. 
To Thee may each united hoiafe, 
Morning, and night, prefent its vows : 
Our fervants there, and rifing race, 
Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace. 

» V • 



HYMNS. rSf 

IV. 

O may each future age proclaim 
The honours of thy glorious name ; 
While pleas'd and' thankful, we remove, 
To join the family above. 

HYMN CXLII. 

Marriage. 

I. 

HAIL honoured wedlock ! facred rite ! 
What blifs from thee derives ! 
The fpring of true and pure delight, 
And folace of our lives. 
II. 
Condemned by none but fordid fouls, 

Who fcorn fair virtue's name. 
Who reafon drown in midnight bowls. 
And glory in their fhame. 

. . "I- 

Their lawlefs conduft we deteft. 

And rife to nobler views : 
The chafte and temperate are the bleft. 

And hence their peace enfues. 
IV. 
In focial bleffings they fliall fhare. 

Which form life's greateft good ; 
And find this union footh their care, 

If rightly underftood. 
V. 
Adam, by folitude diftrefs'd, 

In Eden breath'd a moan : 
And heav'n pronounc'd it was not beft, 

For man to be alone. 

VL 



152 HYMNS. 

VL 

Eve onward came, all Eden blooms, 

And nature's face looks gay, 
The garden yields its Left perfumes, 

On Adam's bridal day. 
VII. 
Jefus — at Cana once renown'd, 

The facred rite appro v'd, 
The feftal fcene his prefence crbwn'd. 

And ev'ry want remov'd. 
Vlll. 
Lord, grant thy blefling may attend 

Tne duties we pertorm : 
Thy fervants, each, difplay the friend. 

And love their bofoms warm. 

HYMN CXLIIL 

Chrijl apprehended. 

I. 

THE traitor comes, with ruffian crew, 
** Good mafter, hall," the traitor cries, 
Then gives the fignal kiis ; anew 

The traitor calls, '* hold faft your prize.** 

n. 

Whither ye rude, unhallow'd hands, 
My Lord, my Saviour, will ye bear ? 

O muft the Prince ot life thefe bands 
Of vileft ignominy wear. 

He muft ; ev'n he, whofe voice could bring 
His Father's legions down to earth ; 

Ten thoufand thoufand on the wing, 
To guard his life, who fang his birtb. 

IV. 



HYMNS. 153 

IV. 

He mil ft ; all rcfcue he declines : 

'* Elfe oracles in vain foretel 
•* Eternal wifdom's great defigns, 

*' To fave a guilty world from hell.'' 

Behold, the willing viftim goes, 

As a meek lamb to flaughter led : 
What noble fortitude he fhev^rs ! 

His looks how calm ! ereft, his head ! 
VI. 
O Jefus, fliould thy caufe require 

My blood, its heav'n-born truth to feal ; 
Me, in that trying day, infpire 

With thy divinely-glowing zeal. 

HYMN CXLIV. 
The Condemnation and Crucifixion. 

I. 

BOUND in a malefa6lor*s chains. 
Malice his innocence arraigns ; 
Malice her venom*d fpittlc throws. 
Fierce malice deals her fierceft blows. 

II. 

With crown of thorns his temples bleed. 
With cruel ftripes his back is flea'd. 
Behold the Man—'' The Crofs," they call, 
*' The Crofs," and rend the judgment hall. 

III. 
What evil has he wrought ? Away, 
" Barabbas fave, this fellow flay." 
Bleeding and faint, he bears along 
His crofs, amidft a hooting throng. 

IV. 



^54 



HYMNS. 



IV. 

Inconftant throng ! the day before 
Heard your wide mouths Hofannas roar : 
*' Mejfiah, KingJ' with fhoutings loud, 
You hail'd him. O inconftant crowd ! 

V. 
Ingrates, where fhall your lame, your blind. 
Your fick, another healer find ? 
Whence fhall another Jefus come, 
To guide you to his Father's home ? 

VI, 
Ah ! they have nail'd him to the tree, 
Between the fons of infamy. 
And now the fcornful head they fhake, 
And now th' iniulting jeft they break. 

VII. 
But oh ! what tongue his grief can tell, 
When on his foul that darknefs fell ? 
" My God, my God and Father, why 
" By thee forfaken muft I die ?'* 

VIll. 
Flow, flow my tears, in torrents flow ! 
My fins, O Jefus, wrought thy woe. 
Help my weak faith, and with thy pow'r 
Uphold me in temptation's hour. 

HYMN CXLV. 

The Chrijlian fupported. 

I. 

ES, there's a better world on high : 



Y 



Hope on thou pious breaft 
Famt not, thou traveller ; on the Iky 
Thy weary feet fhall reft. 

IL 



HYMNS. 155 

II. 

Anguifii may rend each vital part : 
Poor man ! thy irame how frail ? 

Yet heaven's own llrength fhall Ihield thy heart, 
When flrength and flelh Ihall fail. 

Through death's dread vale of deepefl fhade 

Thy feet muft furely go : 
Yet there, e'en there, walk undifmay'd ; 

'Tis thy laft fcene of woe. 
IV. 
Jefus, and with the tendereft hand. 

Shall guard the trav'ller through : 
** Hail !" {halt thou cry, *' hail promised land ! 

" And, wildernefs adieu." 
V. 
Jefus ! oh ! make our fouls thy care ! 

Oh ! take us all to thee : 
Where'er thou art, we afk not where : 

But there 'tis heaven to be. 

^^-^ 

HYMN CXLVL 
7 be virtuous Contemplation of Mortality. 

I. 

ETERNAL God ! our years amount ^ 
Scarce to a day in thy account ; 
Like yefterday's departed light. 
Or the laft watch of endnig night. 

Death, like an overflowing ftream. 
Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream ; 
An empty tale ; a morning flower. 
Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 

IIL 



156 HYMNS. 

III. 

By thy protefting arm upheld, 

How few have leventy years beheld ; 

But if to eighty they arrive, 

They rather figh and groan than live. 

IV. 
The fliorter life ; the wifer he 
Who confecrates it all to thee : 
Who life in virtue's courfe improves, 
And trufts the God ^vho virtue loves, 

^^-^ 
HYMN CXLVII. 

Humility y Tendernefs and Sympathy. 

I. 

THOU great and facred Lord of all, 
Of life the only fpring ; 
Ot all on earth, and all in Heaven. 
The wife and righteous King. 

n. 

Drive from the confines of my heart, 

All ftubbornnefs and pride ; 
Nor let me in the dang'rous fcenes, 

That fmners chufe, abide. 

in. 

Whate'er thine all-difcerning eye 

Sees for thy creature fit, 
I blefs the good, and to the ill, 

Contentedly fubmit. 
IV. 
With humane pleafure may I viei\r 

The profperous and the great ; 
Ill-temper'd envy may I fly, 

With odious felf-conceit. 



HYMNS. fsj 

V. 

Nor brooding fpleen, nor fell revenge. 

Be to my bofom known ; 
Tears may I find for other's woe. 

And patience for my own. 
VI. 
Feed me with necefTary food, 

I a(k not wealth or fame : 
But give me eyes to view thy works, 

A heart to praife thy name. 
VII. 
Serenely may my days move on. 

Without remorfe or care ; 
And may I tor the parting hour 

In every hour prepare. 

HYMN CXLVIII. 
57?^ Univerfal Prefence andInJpe£lion of Cod ^ 

I. 

MY heart, and all my ways, O God, 
By thee are fearch'd and feen ; 
My outward a6ls thine eye obferves, 
My fecret thoughts within. 
II. 
Attendant on my fteps all day. 

Thy providence I fee. 
And in the folitude of night 
I'm prefent ftill with thee. 
III. 
No fpot the boundlefs realms of fpace 

Whence thou art abfent know : 
In heaven thou reign'ft a glorious King, 
An awful Judge below, 

P IV. 



158' HYMNS. 

Goodnefs, and majefty, and power. 

Through all thy works are fhown ; 
Richly difplay'd in nature's frame, 

And richly in my own. 
V. 
To all my parts their place and ufe 

Thy wifdom had affiga'd. 
E'er yet thefe parts a being had, 

But in thy torming mind. 
VI. 
Ten thoufand thoufand times my life 

Tve to thy goodnefs ow'd ; 
Thy daily care preferves the gift. 

Thy bounty fir ft beftow'd. 
VII. 
Lord, if within my thoughtlefs heart 

Thou aught (hould'ft difapprove ; 
The fecret evil bring to light. 

And by thy grace remove. 
VIII. 
If e*er my ways have been perverfe. 

Or foolifh in thy view, 
Recall m.y fteps to thy commands, 

And form my life anew. 

HYMN CXLIX. 
T^be Lejfon of human Frailty. 

I. 
WIFT as the feathered arrow flies, 
And cuts the yielding air ; 
Or as a kindling meteor dies. 
Ere it can well appear : 



s 



II, 



HYMNS. 159 

II. 

So pafs our fleeting years away, 

And time runs on its race : 
In vain we afk a moment's flay, 

Time leffens not its pace. 
III. 
But, Lord, what mighty things depend 

On our precarious breath ! 
And foon this fleeting life will end 

In future life or death. 
IV. 
O make us truly wife to learn 

How verv frail we are ; 
That we may mind our grand concern, 

And for our change prepare. 

May think of death, and learn to die 

To all inferior things ; 
Whilft our glad fouls afpiring fly 

To life's eternal fprings. 

H Y M N CL. 
God jujlified in the Appointments of this 
LifCy and of another. 
I. 

THOUGH peevifli virtue may complain, 
And almoft dare its God arraign, 
Who has not fitted natures plan 
To blefs through life the virtuous man. 

II. 
Better inftrufled, we fliall find 
That God in all is wife and kind : 
Suffering refines, exalts the foul ; 
Suffering is virtue's richeft fchool. 

III. 



i6o H Y M N S. 

III. 

flere^ all without dillinClion prove 
Some common bleffing of his love ; 
The world hereafter^ God referves 
For treating each, as each deferves, 

IV. 
Then life*s vaft ilTues fhall be known, 
And man fhall reap as man has fown. 
This hope, the virtuous mind enjoys, 
This fear, the finner's peace deftroys* 

HYMN CLI. 

Morning Hymn. 

I. 

Night's difmal gloom once more is fled, 
And day returns to me ; 
Once more I quit my peaceful bed. 
And rifinff beauties fee. 

II. 

My bed — It might have been my grave, 

My bed of ficknefs, pain ; 
But God, whofe pleafure is to fave, 

Renews my health again. 

As night's dark fhades, and brooding forms, 

And prowling beafls of prey, 
Forbear to fpread their rude alarms, 

Aw'd at th' approach of day. 
IV. 
So be difpers'd each brooding care. 

That fprings from paffions foul, 
From envy, avarice, dark defpair, 

Nor vex my wak'ned foul, 

V. 



HYMNS. i6f 

V. 

And may I ever know the joy 
Which peace with thee inipires ; 

That peace which earth cannot deftrov. 
Which not in death expires. 

HYMN CLII. 
Falfe Repentance. 

L 

WRETCHED deceit, to think of heaven, 
Or in a Saviour truft ; 
Wretched the hope to be forgiven. 
While we are flaves to luft. 
11. 
Still to go on, and fwell the debt, 

Can ne'er for debt atone ; 
And God is mock'd with weak regret, 
While fin ftill keeps her throne. 
III. 
With many a cry, and many a tear, 

We may our fin lament, 
But if no better 'd life appear. 
This is not to repent. 
IV. 
Still to confefs, and ftill retain 

AfFeftion for our fin ; 
Still to refolve to break our chain, 
And ftill be held therein ; 
V. 
Where no temptation moves, to quit 

The beaten vulgar road ; 
But ftill fome dearer crimes commit. 
And ftill be led from God ; 

P 2 VL 



iSt HYMN S^ 

VI. 

Argues the worft ill ftate of mind ; 

It bids to hope adieu, 
To every means which God defign'd 

Loft goodnefs to renew. 

HYMN CLIIL 
For Sahbaih Day. 

I. 

THE gracious Saviour bow*d his head, 
And drew his parting breath ; 
And as he liv'd to vanquilh fin, 
He dy'd to conquer death. 
II. 
Three days — fo high behefts ordain'd. 

Death triumphed o'er his prize ; 
The hour of grace at length arrived, 
Behold the conqueror rife ! 
III. 
He rofe triumphant to his God ; 
He wing'd to heaven his flight, 
Where endlefs ages he fliall reign 
Enthron'd in realms of liffht. 

IV. ^ 
WondVous the grace, that gave to death 

The heft belov'd of God ; 
That bade the Saviour feel for us 
Atfliftion's keeneft rod. 
V. 
With every grateful thought infpir*d. 

Devoutly let us raife 
Our humble voice to mercy's throne 
In never ceafing praife. — 

VL 



HYMNS. 163 

VI. 

Nor this be all — ^the grateful life 
Should fpeak the thankful muid : 

The heart that feels redemption's good, 
Should be to good mclin'd, 

HYMN CLIV. 
^he viriuous Ufe of Profperity. 

I. 

MY gracious God accept my prayer, 
li e'er thy love divine, * 
Should profper my well-meaning care, 
And wealth fhould e'er be mine. 
II. 
May humble worth without a fear. 

Approach my open door ; 
Nor may I ever view a tear, 
Regardlefs, from the poor. 

O blefs me with an honeft mind, 

Above all felfifii ends ; 
Humanely warm to all mankind, 

And cordial to my friends. 
IV. 
With confcious truth and honour ft ill 

My aftions may I guide ; 
Nor know a fear, but that of ill. 

Nor fcorn, but that of pride. 
V. 
Thee in remembrance may I bear. 

To thee my tribute raife ; 
Conclude each day with fervent prayer. 

And wake each morn with praife. 

VI, 



i64 HYMNS. 

VL 
Thus through my life may I approve 

The gratitude I owe ; 
And hope to fliare thy bllfs above, 

Whofe laws 1 keep below, 

HYMN CLV. 
Religion alone anfwers the Dejires of Man. 
I. 

O Happiness, where art thou hid ? 
Where is thy manfion found ? 
Sought through the varying fcenes in vain 
Of earth's capacious round. 

II. 

The charms of pleafure, pomp and (how, 

Are oft but gilded fnares ; 
And proud ambition's fteep afcent 

Is often fet with cares, 

III. 

Though, mix'd with temp'rance, all conduce 

To ftir the powers of man. 
And have a fecondary ufe ; 

They are not wifdom's plan. 

IV. 

Religion's facred lamp alone 

Unerring points the way, 
Where Happinefs forever fhines, 

With bright and conftant ray, 

HYMN 



HYMN S. i6i 

HYMN CLVL 

Suhmifjion under Affli£iions» 
I. 

IF Providence, to try my heart, 
Affliftions (hould prepare ; 
To God fubmiffive may I bend, 
And keep me from defpalr. 

Whatever he orders muft be juft ; 

Then let me kifs the rod, 
Nor, poorly funk, at all diftruft 

The goodnefs of my God» 
III. 
The mind to which 1 owe my own, 

To guide this mind is wife ; 
And he, to whom my faults are known. 

The fitteft to chaftife. 
IV. 
Then, till life's lateft fands are run, 

O teach me Power Divine ! 
Still to reply, thy will be done, 

Whatever becomes of mine. 

HYMN CLVIL 
^he Heavenly Vifitant. 

BEHOLD a ftranger at the door ! 
He gently knocks, has knocked before. 
Has waited long, is waiting ftill ; 
You ufe no other friend fo ill. 

II. 
But will he prove a friend indeed ? 
He will ; the very friend you need ; 
The Man of Nazareth, *tis He 
With garments dy'd from Calvary, 

III 



i66 HYMNS. 

III. 

O lovely attitude ! he ftands 
With melting heart and open hands ! 
O matchlefs kindnefs ! and he (hows 
This matchlefs kindnefs to his foes. 

IV. 
Rife, touch'd with gratitude divine. 
Turn out his enemy and thine ; 
Turn out that hateful monfter fin, 
And let the heavenly ftranger in. 

Yet know, nor of the terms complain : 
Where Jefus comes, he comes to reign ; 
To reign, and with no partial fway : 
E'en thoughts mufl die that difobcy. 

VI. 
Sov'reign of Souls, thou Prince of Peace I 
O may thy gentle reign increafe ! 
Throw wide the door, each willing mind, 
And be his empire All Mankind. 

*^<%^ 

HYMN CLVIII. 
A Morning Hymn. 

I. 

O thee let my firft ofiF'rings rife, 
Whofe fun creates the day ; 
Swift as his gladdening influence flies, 
And fpotlefs as his ray. 
II. 
What numbers, with heart-piercing fighs, 

Have pafs'd this tedious night ! 
What numbers too, have clos'd their eyes, 
No more to fee the light. 

IIL 



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HYMNS. 167 

III. 

Sound was my fleep, my dreams were gay : 
How {hort fuch time reviewed ! 

My night ftole unperceiv*d away ; 
Fm like the day, renewed. 

IV. 

This day thy favVing hand be nigh, 

So oft vouchfaf'd before; 
Still may it lead, proteft, fupply, 

And I that hand adore. 

V. 

f blifs thy Providence impart, 
For which, refign'd, I pray, 
Give me to feel the grateful heart. 
And without guilt be gay. 

VI. 

Affliftion, fliould thy love intend, 

As vice or folly's cure. 
Patient to gain that bleffed end, 

May I the means endure. 

VII. 

If bright or cloudy fcenes await; 

Some virtue let me gain ; 
That Heaven, nor high, nor low eftate 

When fent, may fend in vain. 

VIII. 

Be this, and ev'ry future day, 

Still wifer than the paft ; 
That, from the whole of life's furvey, 

I may find peace at laft. 

H Y M N 



i68 HYMNS. 

HYMN CLIX. 
J Birth Day. 

I. 

SWIFT as the winged arrow flies. 
My time is haftening on : 
Qu^ck as the lightning from the Ikies, 
My wafting moments run. 
II. 
My follies paft, O God, forgive, 

My ev'ry fin fubdue : 
And teach me henceforth how to live. 
With glory in my view. 
III. 
'Twere better I had not been born, 

Than live without thy fear : 
For they are wretched and forlorn. 
Who have their portion here. 
IV. 
But, thanks to thine unbounded grace. 

That in my early youth, 
I have been taught to feek thy face, 
And know the v/ay of truth. 
V. 
Oh ! let thy Spirit lead me ftill. 

Along the happy road ; 
Conform me to thy holy will, 
My Father, and mv God ! 
VL 
Another year of life is pafl : 
My heart to thee incline ; 
That if this year fhould be my lafl, 
It may be v;holIy thine, 

HYMN 



HYMNS. 169 

HYMN CLX. 
ne true IVay to pleafe God. 
L 

WHEREWITH fhall I approach the Lord, 
And bow before his throne ? 
What fhall fweet peace of mind afford ? 
What for my faults atone ? 

n. 

Shall altars flame, and viftims bleed. 

And fpicy fumes afcend ? 
Will thefe my earneft wifh fucceed, 

And make my God my friend ? 
III. 
With trembling hands, and bleeding heart. 

Shall I mine offspring flay ? 
Will this atone for ill defert. 

And purge my guilt away ? 
IV. 

Alas I 'twere idle mockery all. 

Such viftims bleed in vain ; 
No fatlings from the field or ftall 

Such favour can obtain. 
V. 
Well doft thou know what muft delight, 

And what acceptance win : 
Repentance true, and heart upright, 

And life eflrang'd from fin. 
VI. 

To God with humble reverence bow, 

And to his glory live ; 
To men their facred rights allow, 

And proofs of kindnefs give, 

Q VII. 



I70 HYMNS. 

VII. 

Hands that are clean, and hearts fincere 

God never will defpife ; 
And cheerful duty he'll prefer 

To coftly facrifice. 

HYMN CLXI. 

Rejoice y Toung Man, i^c. Eccl. 

I. 

THY laughing joys, young man, purfue, 
In all thy youth rejoice ; 
'Tis life's gay fpring, reftraint adieu ! 
Nor heed dull wifdom's voice. 
II. 
Repel each intermeddling fear ; 

Shall fear thy courfe reftrain ? 
At danger laugh, remote or near. 
And deem each terror vain, 
III. 
But know, thy Judge with watchful eye 

Marks every daring fm ; 
Thy open crimes all naked lie, 
And all that lurks within. 
IV. 
Whatever thou haft in darknefs done. 

To fhun a puhlic fhame. 
He will expofe before the fun, 
And to the world proclaim. 
V. 
O how wilt thou abide his frown, 

Thy awful fenterice bear ? 
Let not the thought away be thrown, 
But ftop thy mad career, 

VI. 



HYMNS. i7f 

VI. 

Renounce each dear and tempting vice, 

Thy loofe afTociates fly ; 
Be ferious, fober, chafte, and wife, 

And virtue's pleafures try. 
VII. 
That when thy righteous Judge fliall come, 

In all his glories dreft ; 
Thou may*ft Terenely \vait thy doom, 

The voice which hails thee blefl. 

HYMN CLXII. 
^he JVorld a poor Exchange. 

I. 

HOW eagerly do men purfue 
Each idle childifh toy ; 
And venture everlafting death 
To win a moment^s joy. 

II. 

Neglefted leave their nobler mind, 

Or all its whitenefs ftain ; 
And Angels* happinefs refign. 

The blifs of brutes to gain. 

III. 

The pleafures that allure the fenfe 

Are dangerous to us all ; 
Sweet at the firft, how foon fucceeds 

The bitternefs of gall. 

1v. 

God is mine all-fufficient good, 

My portion and my choice ; 
In him my vaft defires are filTd, 

And all my powers rejoice. 



172 HYMNS. 

In vain the world accofts my ear. 

And tempts my heart anew ; 
I cannot buy your blifs fo dear, 

Nor part with heaven for you. 

HYMN CLXIII. 

^he Changes of Life from God* 
I. 

AS various as the Moon 
Is Man's eftate below ; 
To his bright day of gladnefs foon 
Succeeds a night of woe. 

II. 
The night of woe refigns 
Its darknefs and its grief ; 
Again the morn of comfort fhines, 
And brings our fouls relief. 

^ III. 

Yet not to fickle chance 

Is man's condition giv'n ; 
His bright and darker hours advance 

By the fix'd Laws of Heav'n. 
IV. 

God meafures unto all 

Their lot of good and ill ; 
Nor this too great, nor that too fmall. 

All is a Father's will. 
V. 

Let each conform his mind 

To every changing ftate ; 
Rejoicing now, and now refign'd, 

And the great iffue wait. 

H^<^ HYMN 



H Y M N S, 173 

HYMN CLXIV. 

^he Necejfity and Blejfednejs of Revelation. 
I. 

WHO of himfelf can find 
The error of his ways ? 
Left to himfelf, with daring mind. 
From God and Heaven he ftrays, 

IL 

The favage and the fage 
Alike this truth proclaim ; 
And every nation, every age, 
Partakes the general fhame, 

III. 

Nor couH our fallen race 
RecovVy e'er have known. 
If God his better truth and grace 
In mercy had not fliown. 

IV. 

O welcome to my heart 
This cure of human ill ! 
O God ! thy prefence ftill impart 
To work in me thy will, 

V. 

A Man, may I abhor 
Beneath the Man to move : 
A Chriftian, may I higher foar, 
And anfwer all thy love. 

HYMN 



174 HYMN S. 

HYMN CLXV. 

Earth and Heaven. 
I. 

SHORT is the date prefcrib'd to Man, 
Nor are his joys fincere ; 
Affliftlon mourning, leads the van, 
And grief brings up the rear. 

II. 

Few peaceful moments intervene, 

From childhood to the tomb ; 
Or if bright fpots fhould gild the fcene, 

How black the following gloom ! 

in. 

Temptations fpread their glittVing fnares, 

Their potent charms we feel ! 
Surprizing, that a vale of tears 

Is fo alluring Hill. 

IV. 
But when the pangs of Death are paft, 

Superior Edens rife ; 
No fruit forbidden, tempts the tafte, 

No ferpent there decoys. 
V. 

From pleafure's fountain, ever full, 

The ftream unfullied flows, 
While Christ, my Hope, my Life, my All, 

Unrivaird Beauty Ihows. 

HYMN 



HYMNS. 175 

HYMN CLXVI. 
^he Inefficacy of Hymns without Devotion. 
I. 

GREAT God ! what rich provifion's made, 
To fit our fouls for heav'n \ 
How various are the means prepared ! 
How great the aid that's giv n ! 

11. 

Thy word in ev'ry part dlfplays 

The wonders or thy grace : 
But in the Gofpel brighteft lliines 

Thy care for all our race. 

III. 

Counfels, reproofs, and Pfalms, and Hymns, 

With folemn facred fongs. 
To thy unbounded love we owe : 

To Thee — the praife belongs. 

IV. 

But what are tuneful, facred fongs, 

Or what our meafur'd lays ? 
Unlefs thy Spirit warm our hearts. 

How flat — our hymns of praife ! 
' V. 

Then, gracious God, we humbly afk 

Affiftance from abov^e : 
Our paffions fliall, by mufic footh'd. 

Be all attun'd to love — ! 



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